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

BEOWULF spake, bairn of Ecgtheow: --
"Lo, we seafarers say our will,
far-come men, that we fain would seek
Hygelac now. We here have found
hosts to our heart: thou hast harbored us well.
If ever on earth I am able to win me
more of thy love, O lord of men,
aught anew, than I now have done,
for work of war I am willing still!

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