Anonymous Olde English
Anonymous Olde English Poems
Edward, Edward. A Scottish Ballad
MODERN TRANSLATION (original below)
'Why does your sword so drip with blood,
Why does your sword so drip with blood?
And why so sad are ye, O?'
'O, I have killed my hawk so good,
O I have killed my hawk so good:
And I had no more but he, O.'
'Your hawk's blood was never so red,
Your hawk’s blood was never so red,
My dear son I tell thee, O.'
'O, I have killed my red-roan steed,
O, I have killed my red-roan steed,
That once was so fair and free, O.'
'Your steed was ...
Beowulf (The Prelude)
PRELUDE OF THE FOUNDER OF THE DANISH HOUSE
LO, praise of the prowess of people-kings
of spear-armed Danes, in days long sped,
we have heard, and what honor the athelings won!
Oft Scyld the Scefing from squadroned foes,
from many a tribe, the mead-bench tore,
awing the earls. Since erst he lay
friendless, a foundling, fate repaid him: