Anonymous Olde English

Anonymous Olde English Poems

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

"So held this king to the customs old,
that I wanted for nought in the wage I gained,
the meed of my might; he made me gifts,
Healfdene's heir, for my own disposal.
Now to thee, my prince, I proffer them all,
gladly give them. Thy grace alone
can find me favor. Few indeed
have I of kinsmen, save, Hygelac, thee!"
Then he bade them bear him the boar-head standard,

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