The poem is dedicated to James IV., not without some lesson in commendation of virtue and honour.
No MS. of the poem is extant.
In England the story first appears in a short poem preserved among the Cotton MSS.
He inspired the production of The Dangers and Adventures of the Famous Hero and Knight Sir Teuerdank, an allegorical poem describing his adventures on his journey to marry Mary of Burgundy.
Another alliterative poem in the northern dialect, of 15th-century origin, is based on the Historia de proeliis, and was edited by Skeat for the E.E.T.S.
Fragments of another rhyming poem (pr.
A Dutch version of a short episodic poem, Lancelot et le cerf au pied blanc will be found in M.
1552) distinguished himself at the battle of Pinkie (1547), and furnished material for his later namesake's famous poem, The Lay of the Last Minstrel; and his great-grandson Sir Walter (1565-1611) was created Lord Scott of Buccleuch in 1606.
That national poet collected in the earliest Scottish poem, written in the reign of Bruce's grandson, the copious traditions which clustered round his memory.
On the Scottish side The BMus, a poem by John Barbour, edited by W.
Sometimes, if a poem was very pleasing, he gave the poet a prize.
Then he ordered his treasurer to pay the poet five hundred pieces of gold; for, indeed, the poem which he had recited was wonderfully fine.
The poet Whittier has written a poem about him, which you will like to hear.
"Surely," said the abbess, "this is a poem, most sweet, most true, most beautiful.
Such was the way in which the first true English poem was written.
As described in the writing of Cicero, Simonides, a Greek poet who lived around 600 BC, was hired by a nobleman named Scopas to write a poem in his honor.
He said he was the little boy in the poem, and that the girl's name was Sally, and more which I have forgotten.
I see what a good and useful study it is, though I must confess my mind wanders from it sometimes! for, nice and useful as arithmetic is, it is not as interesting as a beautiful poem or a lovely story.
Have you read the beautiful poem, "Waiting"?
I am afraid I find fault with the poem as much as I enjoy it.
This morning Helen was reading for the first time Bryant's poem, "Oh, mother of a mighty race!"
I said to her, "Tell me, when you have read the poem through, who you think the mother is."
About the same time, in a letter to a friend, in which she makes mention of her Southern home, she gives so close a reproduction from a poem by one of her favourite authors that I will give extracts from Helen's letter and from the poem itself:
I am so much impressed with what I have learned of her that I have written a little poem entitled A Silent Singer, which I may send to her mother after a while.
No one shall be allowed to think it was anything wrong; and some day she will write a great, beautiful story or poem that will make many people happy.
In answer to my question she recited a part of the poem called 'Freaks of the Frost,' and she referred to a little piece about winter, in one of the school readers.
The morning wind forever blows, the poem of creation is uninterrupted; but few are the ears that hear it.