Anonymous Olde English

Anonymous Olde English Poems

161. The Court Of Love 4/7/2010
162. The Ew-Bughts Marion. A Scottish Song. 4/7/2010
163. The Flower And The Leaf 4/7/2010
164. The Forsaken Bride 4/7/2010
165. The Frolicksome Duke, Or The Tinker's Good Fortune 4/7/2010
166. The Fyftene Loyes Of Maryage 4/7/2010
167. The Heir Of Linne 4/7/2010
168. The Irish Dancer 4/7/2010
169. The Jew's Daughter 4/7/2010
170. The Jolly Beggar I 4/7/2010
171. The Jolly Beggar Ii 4/7/2010
172. The Knave Of Hearts 4/7/2010
173. The Knight And Shepherd's Daughter 4/7/2010
174. The Knight Of The Grail 4/7/2010
175. The Lady Turned Serving-Man 4/7/2010
176. The Legend Of King Arthur 4/7/2010
177. The Legend Of Sir Guy 4/7/2010
178. The Libelle Of Englyshe Polycye 4/7/2010
179. The Life And Death Of Tom Thumb 4/7/2010
180. The Lover In Winter Plaineth For The Spring 4/7/2010
181. The Marriage Of Sir Gawaine 4/7/2010
182. The Menologium. (Preface To The Anglo-Saxon Chronicles) 4/7/2010
183. The More Modern Ballad Of Chevy Chace 4/7/2010
184. The Not-Browne Mayd 4/7/2010
185. The Nut-Brown Maid 4/7/2010
186. The Old Cloak 4/7/2010
187. The Rising In The North 4/7/2010
188. The Seafarer 4/7/2010
189. The Shepherd's Address To His Muse 4/7/2010
190. The Story Of Ill May Day, In The Reign Of King Henry Viii 4/7/2010
191. The Tale Of Gamelyn 4/7/2010
192. The Turnament Of Tottenham 4/7/2010
193. The Wandering Jew 4/7/2010
194. The Woefull Lamentation Of Jane Shore 4/7/2010
195. The Wright's Chaste Wife 4/7/2010
196. This World's Joy 4/7/2010
197. Titus Andronicus's Complaint 4/7/2010
198. To Her Sea-Faring Lover 4/7/2010
199. Towneley Plays. The Shepherds' Play, Ii. 4/7/2010
200. Valentine And Ursine 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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