Anonymous Olde English


poet Anonymous Olde English
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Anonymous Olde English Poems

41. Episode 33 1/1/2004
42. Corydon's Doleful Knell 4/7/2010
43. The Avowyng Of Arthur 4/7/2010
44. The Wandering Jew 4/7/2010
45. The Jew's Daughter 4/7/2010
46. Verses 4/7/2010
47. Ice 4/7/2010
48. Mary Ambree 4/7/2010
49. I Sing Of A Maiden 4/7/2010
50. Edom O' Gordon 4/7/2010
51. Episode 34 1/1/2004
52. Robin Hood And The Potter 4/7/2010
53. Westron Wynde 4/7/2010
54. The Life And Death Of Tom Thumb 4/7/2010
55. The Old Cloak 4/7/2010
56. Lord Thomas And Fair Ellinor 4/7/2010
57. Waly, Waly, Love Be Bonny. A Scottish Song 4/7/2010
58. The Bookworm 4/7/2010
59. Willow, Willow, Willow 4/7/2010
60. Not Marke, But Mercurie Keepes Her Warme 4/7/2010
61. Plain Truth And Blind Ignorance 4/7/2010
62. On The Death Of K. Edward The First 4/7/2010
63. Episode 38 1/1/2004
64. Sir Andrew Barton 4/7/2010
65. The Assembly Of Ladies 4/7/2010
66. King Ryence's Challenge 4/7/2010
67. Kemp Owyne 4/7/2010
68. Sir Aldingar 4/7/2010
69. Sir Cauline 4/7/2010
70. Knyghthode And Bataile 4/7/2010
71. Greensleeves 4/7/2010
72. Valentine And Ursine 4/7/2010
73. The Turnament Of Tottenham 4/7/2010
74. The Libelle Of Englyshe Polycye 4/7/2010
75. Roome Is A Taker, Poets Say 4/7/2010
76. Carol 4/7/2010
77. Beowulf (Episode 21) 1/1/2004
78. The Irish Dancer 4/7/2010
79. Titus Andronicus's Complaint 4/7/2010
80. Epitaph Found In Otham Church, Kent 4/7/2010
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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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