- MSG 171230
- Bill (184.108.40.206) - Tue, 27 Sep 2011 16:58:54 +0100
Dont encouage him Marger .
(Well maybe you could help him publish it :-D)
- MSG 171234
- blind harry (220.127.116.11) - Tue, 27 Sep 2011 18:38:19 +0100
I got the title...."monkey at a typewriter"
- MSG 171237
- marger (18.104.22.168) - Wed, 28 Sep 2011 02:08:27 +0100
Good one, blind harry
- MSG 171279
- Bill (22.214.171.124) - Wed, 05 Oct 2011 15:45:17 +0100
And here is a bit of the original Blind Harry′s verse
" And blended horrors stare before her eyes,
Even in that time, when all should be at rest,
When not one thought should discompose her breast;
Even then she shakes at Hasilrig′s fierce hate,
And her soul shrinks, as previous of her fate.
Now fierce with rage the cruel foe draws near;
Oh! does not heaven make innocence its care?
Where fled thy guardian angel in that hour,
And left his charge to the fell tyrants power?
Shall his fierce steel be redden′d with thy gore,
And streaming blood distain thy beauties o′er?
But now, awaken′d with the dreadful sound,
The trembling matron threw her eyes around.
In vain, alas! were all the tears she shed,
When fierce he waves the faulchion o′er her head;
All ties of honour by the rogue abjur′d,
Relentless deep he plung′d the ruthless sword;
Swift o′er her limbs does creeping coldness rise,
And death′s pale hand seal′d up her fainting eyes.
Now borne upon the mournful wings of fame,
To Wallace the unhappy tidings came;
The rising woe sore thrill′d in every part,
And sought its painful passage to the heart.
Graham and his mourning friends with tears o′erflow,
And join society of great grief and woe.
When Wallace them beheld, he hush′d in peace,
And kindly bade their growing sorrows cease.
"This waste of tears, alas!" he cried, "is vain,
Nor can recall the fleeting shade again;
Could that vain thought afford the least relief,
How would I mourn! but impotent is grief.
Then let those tears, to war′s rough toil give way,
And the fierce sword perform what words would say.
Hear me, brave Graham, companion of my arms,
Whose soul alike is fired with glory′s charms;
To thee I swear, this sword I′ll never sheath,
Till I revenge my dearest, dearest′s death.
Heavens! what new toils of death and war remain!
Rivers of floating blood, and hills of slain!
But steel′d with rage, to slaughter let us fly,
And for her sake there shall ten thousand die.
When men thus weep, their courage grows the less;
It slacks the ire of wrong they should redress.
But let us haste while yet the dusky night
Extends her friendly shade and drowns the infant light."
He said; the melancholy troops around,
With pleasing anguish catch the mournful sound.
A fierce revenge bends ev′ry warrior′s bow,
For now the armed warriors careful tread,
And march undaunted through the mirky shade:
No light in the high firmament was seen,
And like their vengeance low′ring was the scene;
To Lanark swift they shape the destin′d way,
The town defenceless, all before them lay.
Opprest with sleep, the weary English lie,
Nor knew, sad wretches! that their death drew nigh.
Now in two bands, they part their hostile force,
And to their sleeping tyrants bend their course;
Where Hasilrig, the cruel murd′rer lay,
Eager on slaughter, Wallace wings his way;
A thousand ills the traitor′s mind infest,
And warring furies combat in his breast;
There slaughter, rage, rapine together roll,
And guilt sits heavy on his dreadful soul.
Full on the gate a stone the Hero threw:
Swift to the stroke the rocky fragment flew.
Bars, bolts, and brazen hinges soon were broke,
And tumbl′d down before the sweepy stroke.
Surpris′d he stood, and list′ning to the noise,
With beating heart he heard the warrior′s voice:
Anon, beheld the distant beaming lance,
And trembling saw the iniur′d man advance;
"And thought′st thou, traitor," fierce the hero cried,
"When by thy murd′ring steel she cruel died;
When thy fell hand her precious blood did spill.
Wallace though absent, would be absent still?"
Furious he spoke, and rising on the foe,
Full on his head discharg′d the pond′rous blow;
Down sinks the felon headlong to the ground,
The guilty soul flew trembling through the wound. "
- MSG 171280
- Bill (126.96.36.199) - Wed, 05 Oct 2011 15:48:07 +0100
Or a more modern rendering .It disna sound real Scots to me !
- MSG 171281
- Bill (188.8.131.52) - Wed, 05 Oct 2011 20:43:49 +0100
Blind Harry′s Wallace .
" Racy, blood on every page, violently anglophobic, grossly embellished, vulgar and disgusting, clumsy and stilted, a literary failure, a great epic. "
and $161 post paid .
- MSG 171332
- insight (184.108.40.206) - Wed, 19 Oct 2011 03:25:22 +0100
I would like to die for King Arthur`s United Kingdom/Britannia/England.MAAGL
- MSG 171333
- insight (220.127.116.11) - Wed, 19 Oct 2011 03:26:33 +0100
- MSG 171534
- zerolander (18.104.22.168) - Tue, 08 Nov 2011 15:15:42 +0000
- MSG 171727
- i cue (22.214.171.124) - Thu, 01 Dec 2011 17:05:42 +0000
I believe i can work very nicely with Americans.
- MSG 171728
- i cue (126.96.36.199) - Thu, 01 Dec 2011 17:07:31 +0000
HBO, Mtv, CNN, Discovery Channel & Cinemax made cable famous.
- MSG 171729
- i cue (188.8.131.52) - Thu, 01 Dec 2011 17:09:10 +0000
I am daily focused on one thing and one thing only.....and that is: results......tangible results.....
Results that do make a diffrence in the daily "real world"........I am focused on achieving mental success.........I am one way oriented and that is success success success...I ma na achiever.
- MSG 171736
- i cue (184.108.40.206) - Thu, 01 Dec 2011 23:43:42 +0000
I back up what backs me up.
- MSG 171737
- i cue (220.127.116.11) - Thu, 01 Dec 2011 23:56:46 +0000
Always finish your deeds.
- MSG 171744
- i cue (18.104.22.168) - Sun, 04 Dec 2011 22:47:49 +0000
Greeting Bill, Marger and a season.
- MSG 171745
- i cue (22.214.171.124) - Sun, 04 Dec 2011 22:48:24 +0000
I`m glad to contribute to my families well being.
- MSG 171746
- i cue (126.96.36.199) - Sun, 04 Dec 2011 22:52:47 +0000
- MSG 171755
- i cue (188.8.131.52) - Mon, 05 Dec 2011 20:05:23 +0000
I enjot collecting entire systems and I know its worth while..
- MSG 171771
- i cue (184.108.40.206) - Sat, 10 Dec 2011 01:57:10 +0000
- MSG 171940
- catherine earnshaw (220.127.116.11) - Thu, 01 Mar 2012 16:06:29 +0000
This post is an attempt to keep Spaceless ticking over in the short term .
It is repeated on several pages simply for bulk. I hope to post again when I have recovered a bit more