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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507272" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Robin and Makyne</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">ROBIN sat on gude green hill, <br> Kepand a flock of fe: <br>Mirry Makyne said him till <br> 'Robin, thou rew on me: <br>I haif thee luvit, loud and still, <br> Thir yeiris twa or thre; <br>My dule in dern bot gif thou dill, <br> Doutless but dreid I de.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Robin answerit 'By the Rude <br> Na thing of luve I knaw, <br>But keipis my scheip undir yon wud: <br> Lo, quhair they raik on raw. <br>Quhat has marrit thee in thy mude, <br> Makyne, to me thou shaw; <br>Or quhat is luve, or to be lude? <br> Fain wad I leir that law.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'At luvis lair gif thou will leir <br> Tak thair ane A B C; <br>Be heynd, courtass, and fair of feir, <br> Wyse, hardy, and free: <br>So that no danger do thee deir <br> Quhat dule in dern thou dre; <br>Preiss thee with pain at all poweir <br> Be patient and previe.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Robin answerit hir agane, <br> 'I wat nocht quhat is lufe; <br>But I haif mervel in certaine <br> Quhat makis thee this wanrufe: <br>The weddir is fair, and I am fain; <br> My scheip gois haill aboif; <br>And we wald prey us in this plane, <br> They wald us baith reproif.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Robin, tak tent unto my tale, <br> And wirk all as I reid, <br>And thou sall haif my heart all haill, <br> Eik and my maiden-heid: <br>Sen God sendis bute for baill, <br> And for murnyng remeid, <br>In dern with thee bot gif I daill <br> Dowtles I am bot deid.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Makyne, to-morn this ilka tyde <br> And ye will meit me heir, <br>Peraventure my scheip may gang besyde, <br> Quhyle we haif liggit full neir; <br>But mawgre haif I, and I byde, <br> Fra they begin to steir; <br>Quhat lyis on heart I will nocht hyd; <br> Makyn, then mak gude cheir.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Robin, thou reivis me roiff and rest; <br> I luve bot thee allane.' <br>'Makyne, adieu! the sone gois west, <br> The day is neir-hand gane.' <br>'Robin, in dule I am so drest <br> That luve will be my bane.' <br>'Ga luve, Makyne, quhair-evir thow list, <br> For lemman I luve nane.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Robin, I stand in sic a styll, <br> I sicht and that full sair.' <br>'Makyne, I haif been here this quhyle; <br> At hame God gif I wair.' <br>'My huny, Robin, talk ane quhyll, <br> Gif thow will do na mair.' <br>'Makyn, sum uthir man begyle, <br> For hamewart I will fair.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Robin on his wayis went <br> As light as leif of tre; <br>Makyne murnit in hir intent, <br> And trowd him nevir to se. <br>Robin brayd attour the bent: <br> Then Makyne cryit on hie, <br>'Now may thow sing, for I am schent! <br> Quhat alis lufe at me?' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Makyne went hame withowttin fail, <br> Full wery eftir cowth weip; <br>Then Robin in a ful fair daill <br> Assemblit all his scheip. <br>Be that sum part of Makynis aill <br> Out-throw his hairt cowd creip; <br>He fallowit hir fast thair till assaill, <br> And till her tuke gude keip. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Abyd, abyd, thow fair Makyne, <br> A word for ony thing; <br>For all my luve, it sall be thyne, <br> Withowttin departing. <br>All haill thy hairt for till haif myne <br> Is all my cuvating; <br>My scheip to-morn, quhyle houris nyne, <br> Will neid of no keping.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Robin, thow hes hard soung and say, <br> In gestis and storeis auld, <br>The man that will nocht quhen he may <br> Sall haif nocht quhen he wald. <br>I pray to Jesu every day, <br> Mot eik thair cairis cauld <br>That first preissis with thee to play <br> Be firth, forrest, or fauld.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Makyne, the nicht is soft and dry, <br> The weddir is warme and fair, <br>And the grene woid rycht neir us by <br> To walk attour all quhair: <br>Thair ma na janglour us espy, <br> That is to lufe contrair; <br>Thairin, Makyne, baith ye and I, <br> Unsene we ma repair.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Robin, that warld is all away, <br> And quyt brocht till ane end: <br>And nevir agane thereto, perfay, <br> Sall it be as thow wend; <br>For of my pane thow maid it play; <br> And all in vane I spend: <br>As thow hes done, sa sall I say, <br> "Murne on, I think to mend."' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Makyne, the howp of all my heill, <br> My hairt on thee is sett; <br>And evirmair to thee be leill <br> Quhill I may leif but lett; <br>Never to faill as utheris feill, <br> Quhat grace that evir I gett.' <br>'Robin, with thee I will nocht deill; <br> Adieu! for thus we mett.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Makyne went hame blyth anneuche <br> Attour the holttis hair; <br>Robin murnit, and Makyne leuche; <br> Scho sang, he sichit sair: <br>And so left him baith wo and wreuch, <br> In dolour and in cair, <br>Kepand his hird under a huche <br> Amangis the holttis hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Henryson">Robert Henryson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507272" data-title="Robin and Makyne de Robert Henryson" data-description="ROBIN sat on gude green hill, Kepand a flock of fe: Mirry Makyne said him till 'Robin, thou rew on me: I haif thee luvit, loud and still, Thir yeiris twa or thre; My dule in dern bot gif ..."></div> </div> </div>
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