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Thocht ye be hamelie * with the king,
Thocht ye have now greit audience,
I was anis als far ben 8 as ye ar,
i If he can catch him. 8 I was once as much in favour. 9 Hooted, and hunted out of the town.
Was never sa unkynd ane corce,
I tuke na mair compt of ane lord,
Tharesor, Bawtie, luke best about,
Quhen I cam steppand ben o the flure,
3 Gallows. 1 Body; person.
4 Kitchen boy; servant. 5 Above the rest.
8 Place. 6 Hounds. 7 Rob; plunder. 9 When I stepped forward. 10 All the hounds gave me plenty of room. il Fellow.
This poem doubtless portrays the courtier, under an assumed likeness of one of his most opposite contrasts-the dog. It shows the estimation of James for the latter, and the close companion he made of him ere one as faithful in nature succeeded. It may be regarded as a kind of fable. Lyndsay's own motto, “ I’Ayme,” is more expressive of the dog
William Robert Spencer.
Bowles, truly said, that the poetical world had seldom seen anything more pleasing and elegant on the dog than William Spencer's Ballad of ‘Beth Gelert.' “ The story of this ballad
| Fear; doubt; dread.
4 Curse. 3 Wilful in opinion; bewildered ; lost as to the futurė. 5 Thought. 6 Caused. 7 Given to evil deeds. 8 Swing in a halter.
is traditionary in a village at the foot of Snowdon, where Llewelyn the Great had a house. The greyhound, named Gêlert, was given him by his father-in-law, King John, in the year 1205, and the place, to this day, is called Beth-Gelert, or the Grave of Gêlert.”
“ BETH GÊLERT; OR,
THE GRAVE OF THE GREYHOUND.
“The spearmen heard the bugle sound,
And cheerly smild the morn ;
Obey'd Llewelyn's horn.
And still he blew a louder blast,
And gave a lustier cheer ; “Come, Gêlert, come, wert never last
Llewelyn's horn to hear.
Oh where does faithful Gelert roam,
The flower of all his race;
"A lion in the chase ?'
'Twas only at Llewelyn's board
The faithful Gelert fed; He watch’d, he served, he cheer'd his Lord,
And sentinel'd his bed.
In sooth he was a peerless hound,
The gift of royal John;
And all the chase rode on.
And now, as o'er the rocks and dells
The gallant chidings rise,
The many-mingled cries!