John Barbour

(c.1320 – 13 March 1395 / Aberdeenshire or Galloway, Scotland)

John Barbour Poems

1. Freedom 1/4/2003
2. The Brus Book 18 1/1/2004
3. The Brus Book 19 1/1/2004
4. The Brus Book 20 1/1/2004
5. The Brus Book I 1/1/2004
6. The Brus Book Ii 1/1/2004
7. The Brus Book Iii 1/1/2004
8. The Brus Book Iv 1/1/2004
9. The Brus Book Ix 1/1/2004
10. The Brus Book V 1/1/2004
11. The Brus Book Vi 1/1/2004
12. The Brus Book Vii 1/1/2004
13. The Brus Book Viii 1/1/2004
14. The Brus Book X 4/19/2010
15. The Brus Book Xi 1/1/2004
16. The Brus Book Xii 1/1/2004
17. The Brus Book Xiii 1/1/2004
18. The Brus Book Xiv 1/1/2004
19. The Brus Book Xv 1/1/2004
20. The Brus Book Xvi 1/1/2004
21. The Brus Book Xviii 1/1/2004
Best Poem of John Barbour

Freedom

A! Fredome is a noble thing!
Fredome mays man to haiff liking;
Fredome all solace to man giffis,
He levys at ese that frely levys!
A noble hart may haiff nane ese,
Na ellys nocht that may him plese,
Gyff fredome fail; for fre liking
Is yarnyt our all othir thing.
Na he that ay has levyt fre
May nocht knaw weill the propyrte,
The angyr, na the wretchyt dome
That is couplyt to foule thyrldome.
Bot gyff he had assayit it,
Than all perquer he suld it wyt;
And suld think fredome mar to prise
Than all the gold in warld that is.
Thus ...

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The Brus Book V

The king goes to Carrick; he upbraids Cuthbert]


Thys wes in ver quhen wynter tid
With his blastis hidwys to bid
Was ourdryvyn and byrdis smale
As turturis and the nychtyngale
5 Begouth rycht sariely to syng
And for to mak in thar singyng

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