Anonymous Olde English
Biography of Anonymous Olde English
Anonymous Olde English Poems
Edward, Edward. A Scottish Ballad
'Why does your sword so drip with blood, Edward, Edward? Why does your sword so drip with blood?
Beowulf (Episode 01)
Now Beowulf bode in the burg of the Scyldings, leader beloved, and long he ruled in fame with all folk, since his father had gone away from the world, till awoke an heir,
Weep You No More, Sad Fountains
Weep you no more, sad fountains; What need you flow so fast? Look how the snowy mountains Heaven's sun doth gently waste.
Beowulf (Episode 04)
To him the stateliest spake in answer; the warriors' leader his word-hoard unlocked: -- "We are by kin of the clan of Geats, and Hygelac's own hearth-fellows we.
Beowulf (Episode 02)
WENT he forth to find at fall of night that haughty house, and heed wherever the Ring-Danes, outrevelled, to rest had gone. Found within it the atheling band
A Pleasant Ballad Of King Henry Ii. And ...
Part the First. Henry, our royall kind, would ride a hunting To the greene forest so pleasant and faire;
Beowulf (Episode 03)
THUS seethed unceasing the son of Healfdene with the woe of these days; not wisest men assuaged his sorrow; too sore the anguish, loathly and long, that lay on his folk,
A Praise Of His Lady
GIVE place, you ladies, and begone! Boast not yourselves at all! For here at hand approacheth one Whose face will stain you all.
Bytuene Mershe and Averil When spray biginneth to springe, The lutel foul hath hire wyl
Beowulf (Episode 14)
HROTHGAR spake, -- to the hall he went, stood by the steps, the steep roof saw, garnished with gold, and Grendel's hand: -- "For the sight I see to the Sovran Ruler
A Robyn, Jolly Robyn
A Robyn, Jolly Robyn, Tell me how thy leman doeth, And thou shalt knowe of myn.
The Flower And The Leaf
When that Phebus his chaire of gold so hy Had whirled up the sterry sky aloft, And in the Bole was entred certainly;
A Creature Is That Humane Flesh Deuoures
A creature is that humane flesh deuoures, From out whose bowels fatnesse may be taken, That being dried by fire, a certaine houres
A Lamentable Ballad Of The Lady's Fall. ...
Marke well my heavy, dolefull tale, You loyall lovers all, And heedfully beare in your brest A gallant ladyes fall.
Beowulf (Episode 31)
"So held this king to the customs old,
that I wanted for nought in the wage I gained,
the meed of my might; he made me gifts,
Healfdene's heir, for my own disposal.
Now to thee, my prince, I proffer them all,
gladly give them. Thy grace alone
can find me favor. Few indeed
have I of kinsmen, save, Hygelac, thee!"
Then he bade them bear him the boar-head standard,