Anonymous Olde English


Anonymous Olde English Poems

81. Foweles In The Frith 4/7/2010
82. Gentle Herdsman, Tell To Me. Dialogue Between A Pilgrim And Herdsman 4/7/2010
83. Gernutus The Jew Of Venice 4/7/2010
84. Gil Morrice. A Scottish Ballad 4/7/2010
85. Glasgerion 4/7/2010
86. Greensleeves 4/7/2010
87. Grendel 4/7/2010
88. Guy And Amarant 4/7/2010
89. Here Begynneth A Lyttell Treatyse Cleped La Conusaunce Damours 4/7/2010
90. Here Foloweth Colyn Blowbols Testament 4/7/2010
91. Hey Nonny No! 4/7/2010
92. I Have A Gentil Cock 4/7/2010
93. I Sing Of A Maiden 4/7/2010
94. Ice 4/7/2010
95. Inscription In St Cross Near Winchester, To John Newles, On A Brass Near The West Entrance Of The Church 4/7/2010
96. It Seemes That Tunis Is An Auncient Towne 4/7/2010
97. Jephthah Judge Of Israel 4/7/2010
98. Johnny Armstrong 4/7/2010
99. Johnny Armstrong (Original) 4/7/2010
100. Kemp Owyne 4/7/2010
101. King Arthur's Death. A Fragment. 4/7/2010
102. King Cophetua And The Beggar-Maid 4/7/2010
103. King Edward Iv. And The Tanner Of Tamworth 4/7/2010
104. King Estmere 4/7/2010
105. King John And The Abbot Of Canterbury 4/7/2010
106. King Leir And His Three Daughters 4/7/2010
107. King Ryence's Challenge 4/7/2010
108. King Shall Hold Kingdom. (Anglo-Saxon Chronicles) 4/7/2010
109. Knyghthode And Bataile 4/7/2010
110. Leaulte Vault Richesse 4/7/2010
111. Lines From Love Letters 4/7/2010
112. Little Musgrave And Lady Barnard 4/7/2010
113. Lord Thomas And Fair Annet 4/7/2010
114. Lord Thomas And Fair Ellinor 4/7/2010
115. Love Will Find Out The Way 4/7/2010
116. Lusty May 4/7/2010
117. Maiden In The Mor Lay 4/7/2010
118. Many A Man Doth Speake Of Mee 4/7/2010
119. Mary Ambree 4/7/2010
120. May In The Green-Wood 4/7/2010
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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Episode 39

IT was heavy hap for that hero young
on his lord beloved to look and find him
lying on earth with life at end,
sorrowful sight. But the slayer too,
awful earth-dragon, empty of breath,
lay felled in fight, nor, fain of its treasure,
could the writhing monster rule it more.
For edges of iron had ended its days,
hard and battle-sharp, hammers' leaving;

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