Specimens with Memoirs of the Less-known British Poets, Volume 1 by George Gilfillan
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That kind he tells in this rhyme.
For Brutus to Cadwallader's, The last Briton that this land lees. All that kind and all the fruit That come of Brutus that is the Brute; And the right Brute is told no more Than the Britons' time wore. After the Britons the English camen, The lordship of this land they nameu; South and north, west and east, That call men now the English gest. When they first among the Britons, That now are English then were Saxons, Saxons English hight all oliche. They arrived up at Sandwiche, In the kings since Vortogerne That the land would them not werne, &c. One Master Wace the Frankes tells The Brute all that the Latin spells, From Eneas to Cadwallader, &c. And right as Master Wace says, I tell mine English the same ways,' &c. [1] 'Lowed:' ignorant. [2] 'Conn:' know. [3] 'Couth:' knew. [4] 'Gre:' step. KING VORTIGERN'S MEETING WITH PRINCESS KODWEN. |
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