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Titolo: poesie di William Dumbar

Per l'esame di abilitazione all' insegnamento della lingua inglese ho
bisogno di trovare tre poesie di William Dumbar o almeno l'indicazione della
casa editrice che le ha pubblicate
Rita Pesaro

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Maybe you can't find any because the poet's name is William Dunbar, with an
*n*, unless you're talking about a film Jim Carrey made a couple of years
back - Dumb and Dumbar :-)
Chris

 Rita Pesaro
Eccone un paio:
LAMENT FOR THE MAKARIS QUHEN HE WAS SEK
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Dunbar 1508: Original Text Reference.
Composition Date: unknown. Publication Date: 1508.
Ed. (text): N. J. Endicott; (e-text): I. Lancashire.
Rep. Poetry: 2RP.1.55.
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1       I that in heill wes and gladnes,
2     Am trublit now with gret seiknes,
3     And feblit with infermite;
4         Timor mortis conturbat me.
5       Our plesance heir is all vane glory,
6     This fals warld is bot transitory,
7     The flesche is brukle, the Fend is sle;
8         Timor mortis conturbat me.
9       The stait of man dois change and vary,
10   Now sound, now seik, now blith, now sary,
11   Now dansand mery, now like to dee;
12       Timor mortis conturbat me.
13     No stait in erd heir standis sickir;
14   As with the wynd wavis the wickir,
15   Wavis this warldis vanite.
16       Timor mortis conturbat me.
17     On to the ded gois all estatis,
18   Princis, prelotis, and potestatis,
19   Baith riche and pur of al degre;
20       Timor mortis conturbat me.
21     He takis the knychtis in to feild,
22   Anarmit under helme and scheild;
23   Victour he is at all mellie;
24       Timor mortis conturbat me.
25     That strang unmercifull tyrand
26   Takis, on the moderis breist sowkand,
27   The bab full of benignite;
28       Timor mortis conturbat me.
29     He takis the campion in the stour,
30   The capitane closit in the tour,
31   The lady in bour full of bewte;
32       Timor mortis conturbat me.
33     He sparis no lord for his piscence,
34   Na clerk for his intelligence;
35   His awfull strak may no man fle;
36       Timor mortis conturbat me.
37     Art-magicianis, and astrologgis,
38   Rethoris, logicianis, and theologgis,
39   Thame helpis no conclusionis sle;
40       Timor mortis conturbat me.
41     In medicyne the most practicianis,
42   Lechis, surrigianis, and phisicianis,
43   Thame self fra ded may not supple;
44       Timor mortis conturbat me.
45     I se that makaris amang the laif
46   Playis heir ther pageant, syne gois to graif;
47   Sparit is nocht ther faculte;
48       Timor mortis conturbat me.
49     He hes done petuously devour,
50   The noble Chaucer, of makaris flour,
51   The Monk of Bery, and Gower, all thre;
52       Timor mortis conturbat me.
53     The gude Syr Hew of Eglintoun,
54   And eik Heryot, and Wyntoun,
55   He hes tane out of this cuntre;
56       Timor mortis conturbat me.
57     That scorpion fell hes done infek
58   Maister Johne Clerk, and Jame Afflek,
59   Fra balat making and tragidie;
60       Timor mortis conturbat me.
61     Holland and Barbour he hes berevit;
62   Allace! that he nocht with us levit
63   Schir Mungo Lokert of the Le;
64       Timor mortis conturbat me.
65     Clerk of Tranent eik he has tane,
66   That maid the Anteris of Gawane;
67   Schir Gilbert Hay endit hes he;
68       Timor mortis conturbat me.
69     He hes Blind Hary and Sandy Traill
70   Slaine with his schour of mortall haill,
71   Quhilk Patrik Johnestoun myght nocht fle;
72       Timor mortis conturbat me.
73     He hes reft Merseir his endite,
74   That did in luf so lifly write,
75   So schort, so quyk, of sentence hie;
76       Timor mortis conturbat me.
77     He hes tane Roull of Aberdene,
78   And gentill Roull of Corstorphin;
79   Two bettir fallowis did no man se;
80       Timor mortis conturbat me.
81     In Dumfermelyne he hes done roune
82   With Maister Robert Henrisoun;
83   Schir Johne the Ros enbrast hes he;
84       Timor mortis conturbat me.
85     And he hes now tane, last of aw,
86   Gud gentill Stobo and Quintyne Schaw,
87   Of quham all wichtis hes pete:
88       Timor mortis conturbat me.
89     Gud Maister Walter Kennedy
90   In poynt of dede lyis veraly,
91   Gret reuth it wer that so suld be;
92       Timor mortis conturbat me.
93     Sen he hes all my brether tane,
94   He will nocht lat me lif alane,
95   On forse I man his nyxt pray be;
96       Timor mortis conturbat me.
97     Sen for the deid remeid is none,
98   Best is that we for dede dispone,
99   Eftir our deid that lif may we;
100       Timor mortis conturbat me.
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Quiller-Couch, Arthur, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse:
1250-1900.
20. On the Nativity of Christ
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RORATE coeli desuper!
  Hevins, distil your balmy schouris!
For now is risen the bricht day-ster,
  Fro the rose Mary, flour of flouris:
  The cleir Sone, quhom no cloud devouris,          5
Surmounting Phebus in the Est,
  Is cumin of his hevinly touris:
    Et nobis Puer natus est.
Archangellis, angellis, and dompnationis,
  Tronis, potestatis, and marteiris seir,   10
And all ye hevinly operationis,
  Ster, planeit, firmament, and spheir,
  Fire, erd, air, and water cleir,
To Him gife loving, most and lest,
  That come in to so meik maneir;   15
    Et nobis Puer natus est.
Synnaris be glad, and penance do,
  And thank your Maker hairtfully;
For he that ye micht nocht come to
  To you is cumin full humbly   20
  Your soulis with his blood to buy
And loose you of the fiendis arrest-
  And only of his own mercy;
    Pro nobis Puer natus est.
All clergy do to him inclyne,   25
  And bow unto that bairn benyng,
And do your observance divyne
  To him that is of kingis King:
  Encense his altar, read and sing
In holy kirk, with mind degest,   30
  Him honouring attour all thing
    Qui nobis Puer natus est.
Celestial foulis in the air,
  Sing with your nottis upon hicht,
In firthis and in forrestis fair   35
  Be myrthful now at all your mycht;
  For passit is your dully nicht,
Aurora has the cloudis perst,
  The Sone is risen with glaidsum licht,
    Et nobis Puer natus est.   40
Now spring up flouris fra the rute,
  Revert you upward naturaly,
In honour of the blissit frute
  That raiss up fro the rose Mary;
  Lay out your levis lustily,   45
Fro deid take life now at the lest
  In wirschip of that Prince worthy
    Qui nobis Puer natus est.
Sing, hevin imperial, most of hicht!
  Regions of air mak armony!   50
All fish in flud and fowl of flicht
  Be mirthful and mak melody!
  All Gloria in excelsis cry!
Heaven, erd, se, man, bird, and best,-
  He that is crownit abone the sky   55
    Pro nobis Puer natus est!
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Er Roscio.