Anonymous Olde English


Anonymous Olde English Poems

1. A Creature Is That Humane Flesh Deuoures 4/7/2010
2. A Dyttie To Hey Downe 4/7/2010
3. A Hymn To The Virgin 4/7/2010
4. A Lamentable Ballad Of The Lady's Fall. To The Tune Of In Pescod Time 4/7/2010
5. A Newe Ballade Made Of Thomas Crumwel, Called Trolle On Away 4/7/2010
6. A Pleasant Ballad Of King Henry Ii. And The Miller Of Mansfield 4/7/2010
7. A Praise Of His Lady 4/7/2010
8. A Robyn, Jolly Robyn 4/7/2010
9. A Song Bewailing The Time Of Christmas, So Much Decayed In England 4/7/2010
10. Adam Bell, Clym Of The Clough, And William Of Cloudesly 4/7/2010
11. Adam Lay Ibounden 4/7/2010
12. Alison 4/7/2010
13. Alli Verifiglioli Delle Muse 4/7/2010
14. An Old Epitaph Found In Bedford 4/7/2010
15. Ancient Boar's Head Carol. In Die Natiuitat 4/7/2010
16. Appletrees 4/7/2010
17. As Ye Came From The Holy Land 4/7/2010
18. Athelston 4/7/2010
19. Balade In Praise Of Chaucer 4/7/2010
20. Balow 4/7/2010
21. Beleeue Me Now I Tell It For No Tale 4/7/2010
22. Beowulf (Episode 01) 1/1/2004
23. Beowulf (Episode 02) 1/1/2004
24. Beowulf (Episode 03) 1/1/2004
25. Beowulf (Episode 04) 1/1/2004
26. Beowulf (Episode 05) 1/1/2004
27. Beowulf (Episode 06) 1/1/2004
28. Beowulf (Episode 07) 1/1/2004
29. Beowulf (Episode 08) 1/1/2004
30. Beowulf (Episode 09) 1/1/2004
31. Beowulf (Episode 10) 1/1/2004
32. Beowulf (Episode 11) 1/1/2004
33. Beowulf (Episode 12) 1/1/2004
34. Beowulf (Episode 13) 1/1/2004
35. Beowulf (Episode 14) 1/1/2004
36. Beowulf (Episode 15) 1/1/2004
37. Beowulf (Episode 16) 1/1/2004
38. Beowulf (Episode 17) 1/1/2004
39. Beowulf (Episode 18) 1/1/2004
40. Beowulf (Episode 19) 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Anonymous Olde English

Edward, Edward. A Scottish Ballad

MODERN TRANSLATION (original below)

'Why does your sword so drip with blood,
Edward, Edward?
Why does your sword so drip with blood?
And why so sad are ye, O?'
'O, I have killed my hawk so good,
Mother, mother:
O I have killed my hawk so good:
And I had no more but he, O.'

'Your hawk's blood was never so red,
Edward, Edward:
Your hawk’s blood was never so red,
My dear son I tell thee, O.'
'O, I have killed my red-roan steed,
Mother, mother:
O, I have killed my red-roan steed,
That once was so fair and free, O.'

'Your steed was ...

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Beowulf (Episode 26)

BEOWULF spake, bairn of Ecgtheow: --
"Lo, we seafarers say our will,
far-come men, that we fain would seek
Hygelac now. We here have found
hosts to our heart: thou hast harbored us well.
If ever on earth I am able to win me
more of thy love, O lord of men,
aught anew, than I now have done,
for work of war I am willing still!

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