Buðlungr Leopold

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Buðlungr Leopold, se þe feng to Miercena rice, wæron gefullode mid Cristes gelefan þurh godcundre willan. Heold se cyning his rice mid bisgum mægenes ond godum dæde, ac na yfele, for gelyfaþ he tid gramfærnesse dages fenelæcþ, ðæt sceall man don dæd-bote. Ac hafast he life heardan, ðæt he ðolaþ ond drefð mid sare sorgum. ðus cwæð his pectus æfre: 'Salva me fons pietatis.')

The Best Poem Of Buðlungr Leopold

La Tristesse......

1 Hark! In short lines | shall I lament
2 Swan-song in mid-earth | spring-storm in heaven
3 That set in my life-end | seen in my lone-soul.
4 Have I skills supreme | suffer yet sorrow,
5 Many spectacles wrought | yet all sanity lost.

6 The Church at Auvers | candle light feeble,
7 anigh on the end | at Eternity’s gate,
8 The Starry Night dark | the sadness so stark.
9 Final works finished | Flamma now vanqusihed.

10 Lux æterna | live in my pectus;
11 Leoht æwicnesse | lodge with my heortan.
12 Light in that soul: | laðlic morbum.
13 La tristesse durera toujours.

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