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''Done is battell on the dragon blak,
Our campioun Chryst confountet hes his force;''
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William Dunbar (c. 1465-c. 1530), British poet. Done Is a Battle (l. 1-2). . .
Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, e...
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He for our saik that sufferit to be slane,
And lyk a lamb in sacrifice wes dicht,
Is lyk a lyone rissin up agane,
And as gyane raxit him on hicht;
Sprungin is Aurora radius and bri...
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William Dunbar (c. 1465-c. 1530), British poet. Done Is a Battle (l. 17-24). . .
Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others,...
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''Our pleasance here is all vain glory,
This false world is but transitory;
The flesh is bruckle, the Fiend is slee:—
Timor Mortis conturbat me.''
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William Dunbar (c. 1465-c. 1530), British poet. Lament for the Makaris (l. 5-8). . .
Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and oth...
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Strong be thy wallis that about the standis;
Wise be the people that within the dwellis;
Fresh is thy ryver with his lusty strandis;
Blith be thy chirches, wele sownyng be thy bellis;
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William Dunbar (c. 1465-c. 1530), British poet. To the City of London (l. 41-48). . .
Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Qui...
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London, thou art of townes A per se.
Soveraign of cities, semeliest in sight,
Of high renoun, riches, and royaltie;
Of lordis, barons, and many goodly knyght;
Of most delectable lu...
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William Dunbar (c. 1465-c. 1530), British poet. To the City of London (l. 1-8). . .
Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quill...
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Lament for the Makers
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I THAT in heill was and gladness
Am trublit now with great sickness
And feblit with infirmitie:--
Timor Mortis conturbat me.
Our plesance here is all vain glory,
This fals world is but transitory,
The flesh is bruckle, the Feynd is slee:--
Timor Mortis conturbat me.
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