Anonymous Olde English


Anonymous Olde English Poems

1. The Heir Of Linne 4/7/2010
2. The Braes O' Yarrow 4/7/2010
3. The Lady Turned Serving-Man 4/7/2010
4. The Not-Browne Mayd 4/7/2010
5. The Shepherd's Address To His Muse 4/7/2010
6. The Forsaken Bride 4/7/2010
7. The Burning Of Paules 4/7/2010
8. The Knight And Shepherd's Daughter 4/7/2010
9. The Lover In Winter Plaineth For The Spring 4/7/2010
10. To Her Sea-Faring Lover 4/7/2010
11. Virelal 4/7/2010
12. When Flora Had O'Erfret The Firth 4/7/2010
13. Zepheria: Canzon. 1 4/7/2010
14. The Woefull Lamentation Of Jane Shore 4/7/2010
15. The Nut-Brown Maid 4/7/2010
16. The Battle Of Otterburn 4/7/2010
17. Foweles In The Frith 4/7/2010
18. The Wright's Chaste Wife 4/7/2010
19. The Ew-Bughts Marion. A Scottish Song. 4/7/2010
20. King Estmere 4/7/2010
21. Episode 43 1/1/2004
22. The Fyftene Loyes Of Maryage 4/7/2010
23. The Legend Of Sir Guy 4/7/2010
24. The Story Of Ill May Day, In The Reign Of King Henry Viii 4/7/2010
25. The Jolly Beggar I 4/7/2010
26. Johnny Armstrong (Original) 4/7/2010
27. For The Victory At Agincourt 4/7/2010
28. I Have A Gentil Cock 4/7/2010
29. Towneley Plays. The Shepherds' Play, Ii. 4/7/2010
30. The Frolicksome Duke, Or The Tinker's Good Fortune 4/7/2010
31. This World's Joy 4/7/2010
32. The Menologium. (Preface To The Anglo-Saxon Chronicles) 4/7/2010
33. The Birch Trees 4/7/2010
34. Little Musgrave And Lady Barnard 4/7/2010
35. It Seemes That Tunis Is An Auncient Towne 4/7/2010
36. King Arthur's Death. A Fragment. 4/7/2010
37. Episode 36 1/1/2004
38. Episode 33 1/1/2004
39. Corydon's Doleful Knell 4/7/2010
40. The Avowyng Of Arthur 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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Beowulf (Episode 25)

"UNDER harness his heart then is hit indeed
by sharpest shafts; and no shelter avails
from foul behest of the hellish fiend.
Him seems too little what long he possessed.
Greedy and grim, no golden rings
he gives for his pride; the promised future
forgets he and spurns, with all God has sent him,
Wonder-Wielder, of wealth and fame.
Yet in the end it ever comes

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