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EARLY
ENGLISH POEMS
SELECTED AND IN PART TRANSLATED
BY
HENRY
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PANCOAST
AND
AUTHOR OF "AN INTRODUCTION TO ENGLISH LITERATURE," "AN INTRODUCTION TO AMERICAN LITERATURE," ETC.
JOHN DUNCAN SPAETH

PRECEPTOR IN PRINCETON UNIVERSITY
NEW YORK
HENRY HOLT AND COMPANY

1910
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NOTE
The
translations from the Anglo-Saxon were made by Mr. Spaeth those from the later verse by Mr. Pancoast.
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CONTENTS
PART FIRST
FROM THE BEGINNING TO THE NORMAN CONQUEST
I.
Charms
The Ploughman's Charm Charm for a Sudden Stitch

II.
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1 2
Old English Epic

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The Life of the Gleeman (from Widsith) The Myth of the Sheaf-Child (from Beowulf) The Sea Voyage (from the same) The Fight with Grendel (from the same) The Fight with Grendel's Mother (from the same)
Beowulf's Last Fight and Death (from the same)
III.
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9 13
21
Biblical Epic
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The Fall of Man (from Younger Genesis) The Drowning of the Egyptians (from Exodus)
IV.
.30 .43
Christian Lyric
C.edmon: Northumbrian
Hymn
Cynewulf: Hymn The Voyage
of Praise (from
The
Crist)
of Life (from the same)
.45 .46 .47
VI
CONTENTS
Doomsday (from the same) The Vision of the Cross The Phoenix
V.
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Secular Lyric and Elegy
The Wanderer The Sea-Farer The Husband's Message

VI.
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Riddles and Gnomic Verse
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65 68 71
The Book- Worm

Gnats
The
Shield
72 73 73
Barnacle on the Hull of a Sailing- Vessel
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74 74 75 75 79
Honey-Mead The Anchor The Plough Gnomic Verses The Fates of Men
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Historic War-Poems
Chronicle)
VII.
The Battle of Brunnanburg (from the Anglo-Saxon The Battle of Maldon
81 84
PART SECOND
FROM THE NORMAN CONQUEST TO CHAUCER
I.
History and Romance
Layamon: How Layamon Wrote His Book (from the Brut) Robert of Gloucester: In Praise of England (from Riming Chronicle)
Norman and
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96
English (from the same)
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CONTENTS
Lawrence Minot: The
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Battle of Halidon Hill 98 Prayer for King Edward (from How Edward the King came to Brabant) 101
Song of the Scottish Maidens after the Battle of Bannockburn 101 102 John Barbour: Freedom (from The Bruce) Sir Orpheo 103 The Seasons (from Sir Gawayne and the Green Knight) 117 Sir Gawayne's Journey (from the same) 119
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II.
Moral and Religious Verse
Poema Morale 121 Thomas of Hales: A Love Letter 122 The Debate of the Body and the Soul .126 The Pearl 135 William Langland: Piers the Ploughman (selections) 145 The Vision (from Passus 7) 148 The Owl and the Nightingale 151 Robert Manning of Brunne: In Praise of Woman (from
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Handlyng Synne) Orm: Ormulum Cursor Mundi Richard Rolle: The Prick
III.
Canute's Song
Cuckoo Song Spring Song Song
Song Winter Song Alysoun Blow, Northern Wind
When
Earth
Life
the Nightingale Sings
Ubi Sunt qui Ante Nos Fuerunt?
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of Conscience
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155 155 156 160
Songs and Ballads
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161 161 162 163 163 164 164 166 168
Ave Maria
Lullaby
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169 170 172 172 173
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CONTENTS
173 176
Lullaby
Death
PART THIRD
FROM CHAUCER TO WYATT AND SURREY
Geoffrey Chaucer: The Dethe
(selections)
The Parlement of Foules (selection) The Legend of Good Women (selections from
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of
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Blaunche the Duchesse

179 183
the
Prologue 184 The Canterbury Tales (selection from the Prologue) 192 The Merry Words of the Host to Chaucer 211 The Pardoners Tale 212 219 The Compleynt of Chaucer to His Purse The Ballad of Good Counsel .220
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EARLY ENGLISH POEMS

PART FIRST
FROM THE BEGINNING TO THE NORMAN CONQUEST
I.
CHARMS
THE PLOUGHMAN'S CHARM

remedy how thou mayest cure thy land if it if aught untoward hath befallen it by way Strew seed on the body of the plough of witchcraft or sorcery. and repeat these words:
Here
is
the
refuses to bear, or
Erce, Erce, Erce,
May
Mother of Earth, Lord Everlasting, Grant thee fields, green and fertile, Grant thee fields, fruitful and growing,
the Almighty,
(49)
Hosts of Spear-shafts, shining harvests, Harvest of Barley the broad, Harvest of Wheat the white, All the heaping harvests of earth! May the Almighty Lord Everlasting, And his holy saints in heaven above, From fiend and foe defend this land, Keep it from blight and coming of harm, From spell of witches wickedly spread! Now I pray the Almighty who made this world,
10
FROM BEGINNING TO NORMAN CONQUEST

That malice of man, or mouth of woman Never may weaken the words I have spoken
Start the plough,
15
and when the
first
furrow
is
turned, say
Hail to thee Earth, Mother of men!
(67)
Grow and be
great in God's embrace,
Filled with fruit for the food of
men!
it
Knead a loaf of bread with milk and holy water, lay under the first furrow and say:
Field be
full
of food for
of the
men
20
Blossom bright
In the
for blessed thou art
name
Holy who made the Heavens
Created the earth whereon we live. God who gavest this ground Grant us growth and increase Let each seed that is sown, sprout and be useful.
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CHARM FOR A SUDDEN STITCH

Take
feverfew,
and
plantain,
and the red
nettle that
grows
into the house.
Boil in butter.
Say:
their cry as they came o'er the hill; was their rage as they rode o'er the land. Take heed and be healed of the hurt they have done thee. Out little spear if in there thou be! Under linden shelter I lifted my shield
Loud was
Fierce
When the mighty women mustered their force, And sent their spear-points spinning toward me
I'll
give
them back the

arrow
little
bolt they sent me,
flying
full in
the face.
in there
Out
spear
if
thou be!
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OLD ENGLISH EPIC

Sat a smith,
hard blade hammered.

little
Out
spear
if
in there
thou be!
Six smiths sat,
Fighting spears forged they.
15
Out
spear,
out!
No
If
longer stay in!

herein,
any iron be found

witches,
The work of Be thou Be thou
away
it
must
melt.
shot in the
fell,
20
shot in the flesh,

in the blood,
in the bone, in the limb,
Be thou shot Be thou shot Be thou shot
Thy
Be Be Be
This This This
it
it
life
shall be shielded.
25
shot of Esa, shot of Elves,
it
shot of Hags,
I help thee surely.
for cure of Esa-shot, for cure of Elf-shot,
30
for cure of Hag-shot,
I help thee surely.
Witch fly away to the woods and the mountains. Healed be thy hurt! So help thee the Lord.
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II.
OLD ENGLISH EPIC
THE LIFE OF THE GLEEMAN

(From
the Widsith)
Widsith unlocked his store of lays

Farthest he fared
among
folk
on earth
Through sundry lands
receiving gifts

In many a mead-hall. From Myrgings sprung His ancient line. With Alhild beloved Weaver of peace he went at the first Eastward from Angles to Ermanric's home
King
of the Reths, the ruthless traitor
And
treaty-breaker.
Much-travelled he sang:
was with Ermanric all that time But the king of the Goths proved kind
(88)
to
10
me
Gave me a ring that royal giver, Of gold-work pure, worth good six hundred Shining shillings, as shown by scale. When home I returned my treasure I gave
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To
Edgils
my
lord,
my
beloved protector,
In lieu of the lands he
let
me
hold,
The
Myrgings in right of my father. Alhild my lady, Edwin's daughter, Queen of the daring, bequeathed me another; Praise of her bounty was published abroad,
ruler of
I
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When
Told
made my
lays through
many
a 'land;
of the goodliest gold-decked

for
queen
25
Known among men

Then
Shilling
making
of gifts.
and
with clear voice chanting,
Lifted the song before our lord.
Loud
to the
harp our lay rang out;
Many
there were, warriors mighty,
Skilled in our art
who openly
said
They never heard

Far
I
singing of songs that
was
better.
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roamed
o'er the
realm of the Goths
Seeking for comrades the strongest and bravest: first were Ermanric's followers. .( TI1 ) Many a spear, sped from the midst of them, (127)
Ever the
Yelling aloud as
it
leaped at the foe.

took
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Wudga and Hama
women and men; The banished comrades won booty of gold.
OLD ENGLISH EPIC

In
all
He To
to
my faring I found it true whom God hath given the power

is
be lord of men,
most beloved,
lives.
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Who
Thus
holds his kingdom while here he
fated to wander, wayfaring gleemen
their songs in many a land, Saying their need and speaking their thanks. North or South, some one they meet, A judge of songs or a generous giver, Proud to be praised in presence of liegemen,
Make
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Honored Life and
in lays
till
all is fled,
light together.
Who
lives for
glory
Holds under heaven the height of fame.
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THE MYTH OF THE SHEAF-CHILD

(From Beowulf,
List to
lines 1-52)
Spear-Danes famous kings, Deeds of renown that were done by the heroes; Scyld the Sheaf-child from scourging foemen, From raiders a-many their mead-halls wrested. He lived to be feared, though first as a waif, Puny and frail he was found on the shore. He grew to be great, and was girt with power Till the border-tribes all obeyed his rule, And sea-folk hardy that sit by the whale-path Gave him tribute, a good king he. In after years an heir was born to him, A goodly youth, whom God had sent To stay and support his people in need.
lay of the
an old-time
Full of the prowess of
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(Long; time leaderless living in woe,
15
The sorrow they suffered He saw The Lord of Glory did lend him
Beowulf's fame afar was borne,
full well.)
honor,
Son of old Scyld
in the
Scandian lands.
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youthful heir must be open-handed,
Furnish the friends of his father with plenty That thus in his age, in the hour of battle Willing comrades may crowd around him
Eager and true. In every tribe Honorable deeds shall adorn an
earl.
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The aged Scyld, when his hour had come, Famous and praised, departed to God. His faithful comrades carried him down
To
the brink of the sea, as himself had bidden,
The
Out
Scyldings' friend before he fell silent, Their lord beloved who long had ruled them.
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in the bay a boat was waiting Coated with ice, 'twas the King's own barge. They lifted aboard their bracelet-bestower And down on the deck their dear lord laid, Hard by the mast. Heaped-up treasure Gathered from far they gave him along. Never was ship more nobly laden With wondrous weapons and warlike gear. Swords and corselets covered his breast, Floating riches to ride afar with him Out o'er the waves at the will of the sea. No less they dowered their lord with treasure Things of price, than those who at first
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40
Had launched him forth as a little child Alone on the deep to drift o'er the billows. They gave him to boot a gilded banner, High o'er his head they hung it aloft,
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OLD ENGLISH EPIC

Then
set
him
adrift, let the surges
bear him:
Sad were
their hearts, their spirits mournful;
50
Man Who
hath not heard, no mortal can say found that barge's floating burden.
THE SEA VOYAGE

(From
the same, lines 205-257)
Beowulf, the hero, grew up at the court of his uncle Hygelac, of the Geats or Jutes. Having heard how Heorot the great hall of the Danish Hrothgar, was ravaged by a man-monster named Grendel, he determined to rid King Hrothgar of his unbidden guest, and prepared for the adventure.
King
20 5) Beowulf chose from the band of the Jutes ( Heroes brave, the best he could find; He with fourteen followers hardy Went to embark: he was wise in seamanship, Showed them the landmarks, leading the way.
Soon they descried their craft in the water, At the foot of the cliff. Then climbed aboard The chosen troop; the tide was churning Sea against sand; they stowed away
In the hold of the ship their shining armor,
10
War-gear and weapons; the warriors launched Their well-braced boat on her welcome voyage.
Swift o'er the waves with a
wind
that favored,
Foam on
her breast,
like
a bird she flew;

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land,
A day and a night
they drove to seaward,
Cut the waves with the curving prow, Till the seamen that sailed her sighted the Shining cliffs and coast-wise hills, Headlands bold. The harbor opened,

Their cruise was ended. Then quickly the The crew of Weder-folk clambered ashore;
sailors
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Moored
And
That
their craft with clank of chain-mail goodly war-gear. God they thanked
their
way was smooth
o'er the surging waves.
High on the shore, the Scylding coast-guard Saw from the cliff where he kept his watch,
Glittering shields o'er the gang-plank carried,
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Polished weapons:
it
puzzled him sore,

the
He wondered
in
mind who
on
men might
be.
Down
came riding Hrothgar's thane, with threatening arm Shook his war-spear and shouted this challenge: "Who are ye, men, all mailed and harnessed That brought yon ship o'er the broad sea-ways And hither have come across the water To land on our shores. Long have I stood As coast-guard here, and kept my sea-watch
to the strand
his steed
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35
Lest harrying foe with hostile
fleet
damage our Danish land. Armed men never from overseas came
Should dare
to
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More openly hither. But how do ye know The law of the land doth give ye leave
To come
Yon
thus near.
I never
have seen
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Statelier earl
upon earth than him,
hero in harness. No house-carl he, In lordly array, if looks speak true,
And
noble bearing. But now I must learn Your names and country, ere nearer ye come, Underhand spies, for aught I know,
In Danish land. Now listen ye strangers, In from the sea, to toy open challenge
50
Heed ye my words and haste me to knowWhence ye have come and what your errand.
OLD ENGLISH EPIC
THE FIGHT WITH GRENDEL

(From
the same, lines 710-836)
Beowulf made known his errand, and was welcomed in Heorot by the Danish King. When darkness fell, Hrothgar wished Beowulf and his men godspeed, and left the hall. The hero, ere he lay down, put away his weapons, for, said he, "I count myself not inferior to Grendel in main strength, therefore I will meet him in straight hand-to-hand fashion, and leave the issue
to fate."
Now
Grendel came, from his crags of mist
(7 10 )
Across the moor; he was curst of God. The murderous prowler meant to surprise
human prey. He stalked neath the clouds, till steep before him The house of revelry rose in his path, The gold-hall of heroes, the gaily adorned. Hrothgar's home he had hunted full often,
In the high-built hall his
But never before had he found to receive him So hardy a hero, such hall-guards there.
Close to the building crept the slayer,
10
Doomed to misery. The door gave way, Though fastened with bolts, when his fist fell on it. Maddened he broke through the breach he had made;
Swoln with anger and eager
to slay,
15
The
ravening fiend o'er the bright-paved floor

glare like
Furious ran, while flashed from his eyes
An ugly He saw
The The
in the hall, all
embers aglow. huddled together,
heroes asleep.
Then laughed
in his heart
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hideous fiend; he hoped ere
dawn
To He
sunder body from soul of each; looked to appease his lust of blood, Glut his maw with the men he would slay.
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But Wyrd had otherwise willed his doom; Never again should he get a victim After that night. Narrowly watched
Hygelac's thane
how
the horrible slayer
Forward should charge in fierce attack. Nor was the monster minded to wait: Sudden he sprang on a sleeping thane, Ere he could stir he slit him open;
Bit through the bone-joints, gulped the blood,
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Greedily bolted the body piecemeal. Soon he had swallowed the slain man wholly, Hands and feet. Then forward he hastened; Sprang at the hero, and seized him at rest; Fiercely clutched him with fiendish claw. But quickly Beowulf caught his forearm, And threw himself on it with all his weight.
Straight discovered that crafty plotter,
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40
That never in all midearth had he met In any man a mightier grip. Gone was his courage, and craven fear Sat in his heart, yet helped him no sooner. Fain would he hide in his hole in the fenland. His devil's den. A different welcome
45
From former days
he found that night!

50
Now
Hygelac's thane, the hardy, remembered
His evening's boast, and bounding up, Grendel he clenched, and cracked his fingers; The monster tried flight, but the man pursued; The ravager hoped to wrench himself free, And gain the fen, for he felt his fingers Helpless and limp in the hold of his foe.
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'Twas a sorry
visit
the man-devourer
Made
to the Hall of the
Hart that
night.
Dread was
the din, the
Danes
in their
houses
60
Listened in awe to the ale-spilling fray.
The
hardiest blenched as the hall-foes wrestled
OLD ENGLISH EPIC

In terrible rage.
II
The
rafters groaned;
Twas wonder
Firm
great that the wine-hall stood,
'gainst the fighters' furious onslaught.

fell
Nor
to the ground, that glorious building.
With bands of iron 'twas braced and stiffened Within and without. But off from the sill Many a mead-bench mounted with gold Was wrung where they wrestled in wrath together.
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The
Scylding nobles never imagined

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That open attack, or treacherous cunning, Could wreck or ruin their royal hall, The lofty and antlered, unless the flames Should some day swallow it up in smoke.
The
din was renewed, the noise redoubled; Each man of the Danes was mute with dread, That heard from the wall the wail of woe,
of the godless fiend,
hell
fast;
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The gruesome song

Bemoaned
Of
all
His howl of defeat, as the slave of

his hurt.
The man
held
Greatest he was in grip of strength,

that dwelt
Loath
in his heart
upon earth that day. was the hero-deliverer

life
80
To
Of
let
escape his slaughterous guest.

use that
kind.
their
little
he deemed
of
To human
Unsheathed
The comrades
weapons
to
Beowulf
their leader;
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ward
Eagerly brandished their ancient blades,
The
life
of their peerless lord to defend.
Little they
deemed, those dauntless warriors,

to the fray, those lusty fighters,
As they leaped
90
Laying on boldly to left and to right, Eager to slay, that no sword upon earth
No
keenest
weapon could wound
that monster:
Point would not pierce, he was proof against iron;

'Gainst victory-blades the devourer was charmed.
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12
But a woful end awaited the wretch, That very day he was doomed to depart,
And
fare afar to the fiends'
domain.
Grendel found, who in former days So many a warrior had wantonly slain, In brutish lust, abandoned of God, That the frame of his body was breaking at last. Keen of courage, the kinsman of Hygelac Held him grimly gripped in his hands. Loath was each to the other alive. The grisly monster got his death-wound: A huge split opened under his shoulder; Crunched the socket, cracked the sinews, Glory great was given to Beowulf. But Grendel escaped with his gaping wound, O'er the dreary moor his dark den sought, Crawled to his lair. 'Twas clear to him then, The count of his hours to end had come, Done were his days. The Danes were glad. The hard fight was over, they had their desire. Cleared was the hall, 'twas cleansed by the hero With keen heart and courage, who came from afar.
Now
ioo
105
no
115
The Lord of the Jutes rejoiced in his work, The deed of renown he had done that night.
His boast to the Danes he bravely
fulfilled;
120
From lingering woe delivered them all; From heavy sorrow they suffered in heart; From dire distress they endured so long; From toil and from trouble. This token they The hero had laid the hand of Grendel Both arm and claws, the whole forequarter
With clutches huge, 'neath
saw:
125
the high-peaked roof.
OLD ENGLISH EPIC
THE FIGHT WITH GRENDEL'S MOTHER

(From
the same, lines, 1345-1650)
the
After a day spent in song and feast, the hall was cleared, and Danes slept in it as of old. But during the night there was an unlooked for attack. Grendel's dam, a wolfish water-wife,
broke into Hart Hall, and carried off the king's best thane. The next morning Beowulf, who had slept elsewhere, heard from Hrothgar what had happened, and was asked to undertake a But first the king desecond and more perilous adventure. scribed to him the haunts of the monsters.
Who
"I have heard my people, the peasant folk house by the border and hold the fens, Say they have seen two creatures strange,
march-stalkers, haunting the moorland,
outcast.
( I 345)
Huge
Wanderers Seemed to
two a woman; The other manlike, a monster misshapen, But huger in bulk than human kind, Trod an exile's track of woe. The folk of the fen in former days
of the
their sight to resemble
One
10
Named him
Grendel.
Unknown
his
father,
Or what his descent from demons obscure. Lonely and waste is the land they inhabit, Wolf-cliffs wild and windy headlands, Ledges of mist, where mountain torrents Downward plunge to dark abysses, And flow unseen. Not far from here O'er the moorland in miles, a mere expands:
Spray-frosted trees o'erspread it, and hang O'er the water with roots fast wedged in the rocks. There nightly is seen, beneath the flood, A marvellous light. There lives not the man
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20
Has fathomed
the depth of the dismal mere.
14

the
Though
Seek
heather-stepper,
the strong-horned stag,
this cover, forspent
with the chase,
25
Tracked by the hounds, he will turn at bay, To die on the brink ere he brave the plunge, Hide his head in the haunted pool. Wan from its depths the waves are dashed, When wicked storms are stirred by the wind, And from sullen skies descends the rain. In thee is our hope of help once more. Not yet thou hast learned where leads the way
30
To
the lurking-hole of this hatcher of outrage.

if
Seek,
thou dare, the dreaded spot!
35
Richly I pay thee for risking this fight, With heirlooms golden and ancient rings,
As
I paid thee before, if thou come back alive." Beowulf spoke, the son of Ecgtheow: "Sorrow not gray-beard, nor grieve o'er thy friend! Vengeance is better than bootless mourning. To each of us here the end must come
40
Of
life
upon
Win The
Rise,
glory ere death.

lot
him who may deem that best, of the brave, when life is over. realm-ward, ride we in haste,
earth:
let
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To
track the hag that whelped this Grendel.
I tell thee in truth, she
may
turn where she
will,
No No
cave of ocean nor cover of wood, hole in the ground shall hide her from me.
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But one day more thy woe endure, And nurse thy hope as I know thou wilt." Sprang to his feet the sage old king Gave praise to God for the promise spoken. And now for Hrothgar a horse was bridled,
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curly-maned steed. The king rode on, Bold on his charger. A band of shield-men Followed on foot. Afar they saw
Footprints leading along the forest.
OLD ENGLISH EPIC

They
followed the tracks, and found she had crossed Over the dark moor, dragging the body Of the goodliest thane that guarded with Hrothgar Heorot Hall, and the home of the king.
60
The
well-born hero held the
trail;
rugged paths, o'er perilous ridges, Through passes narrow, an unknown way,
Up
65
By beetling crags, and caves of the He went before with a chosen few,
nicors.
Warriors skilled, to scan the way. Sudden they came on a cluster of trees
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Overhanging a hoary rock, A gloomy grove; and gurgling below,
stir
of waters all stained with blood.
Sick at heart were the Scylding chiefs,
Many
a thane was thrilled For there they beheld the Far beneath at the foot of They leaned and watched
froth.
with woe,
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head
the
of
^schere
cliff.
the waters boil
With bloody
While the war-horn sang
The band sat down, its summons to
battle.
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They saw
water sea-snakes a many, Water-dragons weird, that wallowed about. At the base of the cliff lay basking the nicors,
in the
Who
To
oft at sunrise ply seaward their journey, hunt on the ship-trails and scour the main,
85
and serpents. Sudden they fled, Wrathful and grim, aroused by the hail
Sea-beasts
Of the battle-horn shrill. The chief of the Jutes, With a bolt from his bow a beast did sunder From life and sea-frolic; sent the keen shaft
Straight to his vitals.
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Slow he
floated,
Upturned and dead at the top .of the waves. Eager they boarded their ocean-quarry; With barb-hooked boar-spears the beast they Savagely broached him and brought him to
gaffed,
shore,
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The
warriors viewed
Wave-plunger weird.
The grisly Donned his
stranger.
But straightway Beowulf

life.
.
corslet nor cared for his
(1442)
iI
To
Hrothgar spoke the son of Ecgtheow: O honored heir of Healfdene, Now that I go, thou noble king, Warriors' gold-friend, what we agreed on,
" Remember
If I
473)
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my
life
should lose in thy cause,
That thou wouldst stand in stead of my father, Fulfil his office when I was gone. Be guardian thou, to my thanes and kinsmen,
105
My
To
faithful friends,
if
I fail to return.
Hygelac send, Hrothgar beloved,

looks
The goodly gifts thou gavest to me. May the Lord of the Jutes, when he
treasure,
on
this
no
May Hrethel's son, when he sees these gifts, Know that I found a noble giver,
And
joyed while I lived, in a generous lord. This ancient heirloom to Unferth give, To the far-famed warrior, my wondrous sword Of matchless metal, I must with Hrunting Glory gain, or go to my death."
After these words the Weder-Jute lord
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Sprang
to his task,
nor staid for an answer.

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Swiftly he sank 'neath the swirling flood;
'Twas an hour's time ere he touched the bottom. Soon the sea-hag, savage and wild, Who had roamed through her watery realms at will, For winters a hundred, was 'ware from below An earthling had entered her ocean domain. Quickly she reached and caught the hero; Grappled him grimly with gruesome claws. Yet he got no scratch, his skin was whole;
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His battle-sark shielded his body from harm. In vain she tried, with her crooked fingers,
130
To tear the links Away to her den,

Beowulf the bold,
of his close-locked mail.
the wolf-slut dragged

o'er the
bottom ooze.
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Though eager to smite her, his arm was helpless. Swimming monsters swarmed about him,
Dented Sudden
his mail with dreadful tusks.
the warrior
was 'ware they had come

not nor waves oppressed,
all
To
a sea-hall strange and seeming hostile,
Where water came
For the caverned rock
round kept back

a
light,
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The swallowing
sea.
He saw
flashed
A flicker of flame that Now first he discerned

The And
water- wife wolfish.
and shone.
the sea-slut monstrous,
His weapon he raised,

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struck with his sword a swinging blow.
Sang on her head the hard-forged blade But the warrior found Its war-song wild.
That
his battle-flasher refused to bite,
Or maim
the foe.
It failed its
master
it
In the hour of need, though oft In combats
had cloven
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Helmets, and carved the casques of the doomed

fierce. For the first time now His treasure failed him, fallen from honor. But Hygelac's earl took heart of courage; In mood defiant he fronted his foe. The angry hero hurled to the ground, In high disdain, the hilt of the sword,
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The gaudy and jewelled; rejoiced in the Of his arm unaided. So all should do
strength
Who
glory would find
and fame abiding,

nor care for their
lives:
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In the crash of
conflict,
The Lord of the Battle- Jutes braved the encounter; The murderous hag by the hair he caught;
Down
he dragged the
dam
of Grendel
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till she sprawled on the floor. repay in kind what she got, On her foe she fastened her fearful clutches; Enfolded the warrior weary with fighting; The sure-footed hero stumbled and fell. On his prostrate body she squatted enormous; Unsheathed her hip-knife, shining and broad, Her son to avenge, her offspring sole. But the close-linked corslet covered his breast, Parried the stroke and saved his life. All had been over with Ecgtheow's son, Under the depths of the Ocean vast, Had not his harness availed to help him, His battle-net stiff, and the strength of God. The Ruler of battles aright decided it;
In his swelling rage,

to
Quick
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The Wielder
all-wise
awarded the
feet.
victory:
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Lightly the hero leaped to his
He spied 'mongst the arms a sword surpassing, Huge and ancient, a hard-forged slayer, Weapon matchless and warriors' delight,
Save that its weight was more than another Might bear into battle or brandish in war; Giants had forged that finest of blades.
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Then
seized
its
chain-hilt the chief of the Scyldings;
His wrath was aroused, reckless his mood, As he brandished the sword for a savage blow.
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back of her neck, Cut the neck-bone, and cleft its way Clean through her body; she sank to the ground, The sword was gory; glad was the hero. A light flashed out from the inmost den,
Bit the blade in the
From
Like heaven's candle, when clear it shines He scanned the cave, cloudless skies.
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Walked by the wall, his weapon upraised; Grim in his hand the hilt he gripped.
Well that sword had served
in the battle.
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Steadily onward he strode through the cave, Ready to wreak the wrongs untold, That the man-beast had wrought in the realm
of
the
Danes. He gave him his due when Grendel he found Stretched as in sleep, and spent with the battle. But dead was the fiend, the fight at Heorot
. . .
(1579)
{1589)
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The lifeless body laid him low. Sprang from the blows of Beowulf's sword, As fiercely he hacked the head from the carcass.
Had
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But the men who were watching the water with Hrothgar, Suddenly saw a stir in the waves, The chop of the sea all churned up with blood
And
bubbling gore.
The
gray-haired chiefs
For Beowulf grieved, agreeing together That hope there was none of his home-returning,
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With Most
victory crowned,
of
to revisit
his lord.
them feared he had
fallen prey
To the mere-wolf dread in the depths of When evening came, the Scyldings all
the sea.
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Forsook the headland, and Hrothgar himself Turned homeward his steps. But sick at heart
The strangers sat and stared at the sea, Hoped against hope to behold their comrade And leader again.
Now
Began
to
that goodly
sword
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melt with the gore of the monster;

it
dwindled away. it melted like ice, When fetters of frost the Father unlocks, Unravels the ropes of the wrinkled ice, Lord and Master of months and seasons. Beheld in the hall the hero from Juteland Treasures unnumbered, but naught he took, Save Grendel's head, and the hilt of the sword,
In bloody drippings
'Twas a marvellous
sight:
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20
Bright and jeweled,

Its
the blade had melted, metal had vanished, so venomous hot Was the blood of the demon-brute dead in the cave.
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Soon was
in the sea the slayer of monsters;
shot through the shimmer of waves; Cleared was the ocean, cleansed were its waters, The wolfish water-hag wallowed no more;
Upward he
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The mere-wife had
yielded her miserable
life.
Swift to the shore, the sailors' deliverer
Came
Ran
lustily
swimming, with
his
sea-spoil laden;
Rejoiced in the burden he bore to the land.
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mailed comrades, With thanks to God who gave them their leader Safe again back and sound from the deep. Quickly their hero's helmet they loosened,
to
meet him
Unbuckled his breastplate. The blood-stained waves 250 Fell to a calm 'neath the quiet sky. Back they returned o'er the tracks with the footprints, Merrily measured the miles o'er the fen,
Way
they
knew
well, those warriors brave;
Brought from the holm-cliff the head of the monster; 255 'Twas toil and labor to lift the burden, Four of their stoutest scarce could carry it (i6j8) Swung from a spear-pole, a staggering load.
.
Thus the fourteen of them, thanes adventurous, (1641) Marched o'er the moor to the mead-hall of Hrothgar. 260
Tall in the midst of them towered the hero;
among his comrades, till they came to the hall. In went Beowulf, the brave and victorious, Battle-beast hardy, Hrothgar to greet. Lifting by the hair the head of Grendel, 265 They laid it in the hall, where the heroes were carousing, Right before the king, and right before the queen; Gruesome was the sight that greeted the Danes.
Strode
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BEOWULF'S LAST FIGHT AND DEATH

(From
the same, lines 251 1-2820)
Beowulf left with the Danes his grisly trophies of battle, the head of Grendel, his huge forequarter, and the hilt of the giant sword with its mystical runic inscription. Loading his boat with the gifts of Hrothgar, he and his comrades sailed away home. After the death of Hygelac and his son, Beowulf became king of the Jutes, and ruled over them fifty years. In his old age his people were harried by a fire-dragon whom the hero went out to fight. It seems that one of Beowulf's men, flying for shelter, had come upon a treasure hid in a deep cave or barrow, guarded by a dragon. Long years before, an earl, the last of
had buried the treasure. After his death the dragon, about the stones, had found it and guarded it three hundred years, until Beowulf's man discovered the place, and carried off one of the golden goblets. In revenge the dragon made nightly raids on Beowulf's realm, flying through the air, spitting fire, burning houses and villages, even Beowulf's hall, the "gift-stool" of the Jutes. Beowulf had an iron shield made against the dragon's fiery breath, and with eleven companions, sought out the hillvault near the sea. Before attacking the monster he spoke these words to his comrades:
his race,
sniffing
Beowulf said to them, brave words spoke he: "Brunt of battles I bore in my youth, One fight more I make this day. I mean to win fame defending my people, If the grim destroyer will seek me out, Come at my call from his cavern dark."
Then he
greeted his thanes each one,
For the last time hailed his helmeted warriors, His comrades dear. "I should carry no sword, No weapon of war 'gainst the worm should bear, If the foe I might slay by strength of my arm, As Grendel I slew long since by my hand.
10
22
But I look to fight a fiery battle, With scorching puffs of poisonous breath. For this I bear both breastplate and shield;
15
No
foot will I flinch
Wyrd is over us, His doom ordained

Bold
is
from the foe of the barrow. each shall meet

at the dragon-cliff!
my
mood, but
my
boast I omit
Abide ye here, Heroes in harness, hard by the barrow, Cased in your armor the issue await: Which of us two his wounds shall survive.
'Gainst the battle-flier.
'Tis
20
Not yours the attempt, the task is mine. meant for no man but me alone
I
25
fierce.
To
Or
measure his might 'gainst the monster get you the gold in glorious fight,
battle-death bitter shall bear off your lord."
Uprose with his shield the shining hero, Bold 'neath his helmet. He bore his harness In under the cliff; alone he went, Himself he trusted; no task for faint-heart. Then saw by the wall the warrior brave, Hero of many a hard-fought battle, Arches of stone that opened a way; From the rocky gate there gushed a stream, Bubbling and boiling with battle-fire. So great the heat no hope was there To come at the hoard in the cavern's depth, Unscathed by the blast of the scorching dragon. He let from his breast his battle-cry leap, The lord of the Hrethlings with wrath was swelling; Stormed the stout-heart; strong and clear Through the gloom of the cave his cry went ringing. Hate was aroused, the hoard-ward knew
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35
40
45
The
leader's hail.
To
Of
parley for
Too late 'twas now The poisonous breath peace.

mouth
of the cave,
the monster shot from the
OLD ENGLISH EPIC

Reeking
hot.
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The
hollow earth rumbled.
The man by The Lord of
the rock upraised his shield,

the Jutes, 'gainst the loathly dragon.
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Now
kindled for battle the curled-up beast;
The king undaunted
with drawn sword stood, ('Twas an heirloom olden with edge of lightning.) Each was so fierce he affrighted the other.
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Towering tall 'neath tilted shield, Waited the king as the worm coiled back, Sudden to spring: so stood he and waited. Blazing he came in coils of fire Swift to his doom. The shield of iron
Sheltered the hero too short a while,
Life
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and limb
it
less
protected
that day;
Than he hoped
First time in
it
would, for the weapon he held,
war was wielded
Wyrd had
not willed he should win the fight.
But the Lord of the Jutes uplifted his arm, Smote the scaly worm, struck him so fierce That his ancient bright-edged blade gave way, Bent on the bone, and bit less sure Than its owner had need in his hour of peril. That sword-stroke roused the wrath of the cave-guard; Fire and flame afar he spurted, Blaze of battle; but Beowulf there No victory boasted: his blade had failed him, His naked in battle, as never it should have, Well-tempered iron! Nor easy it was For Ecgtheow's heir, honored and famous, This earth to forsake, forever to leave it; Yet he must go, against his will Elsewhere to dwell. So we all must leave This fleeting life. Erelong the foes Bursting with wrath the battle renewed. The hoard-ward took heart, and with heaving breast Came charging amain. The champion brave,
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80
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Strength of his people, was sore oppressed,
Enfolded by flame. No faithful comrades Crowded about him, his chosen band,
All aethelings' sons, to save their lives, Fled to the wood. One of them only Felt surging sorrow; for nought can still
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Call of kin in a
Wiglaf his
comrade true; name, 'twas Weohstan's son
Shield-thane beloved, lord of the Scylfings

y^lfhere's kinsman.
When his king he saw Hard by the heat under helmet oppressed, He remembered the gifts he had got of old, Lands and wealth of the Waegmunding line, The folk-rights all that his father's had been;
He
could hold no longer, but hard he gripped Linden shield yellow and ancient sword. For the first time there the faithful thane, Youthful and stalwart, stood with his leader, Shoulder to shoulder in shock of battle.
. .
.
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(2610) 100 {2652)
Nor melted
his courage, nor cracked his blade,

true, as the
His war-sword
worm found
out
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When
together they got in grim encounter.
Wiglaf in wrath upraided his comrades,

Sore was his heart as he spake these words:
mind when our mead we drank hall, how we promised our lord Who gave us these rings and golden armlets, That we would repay his war-gifts rich, Helmets and armor, if haply should come His hour of peril; us hath he made Thanes of his choice for this adventure; Spurred us to glory, and gave us these treasures Because he deemed us doughty spearmen, Helmeted warriors, hardy and brave. Yet all the while, unhelped and alone,
"Well
I
In the princely
no
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25
He meant
Shepherd
to finish this feat of strength,
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of
Of daring
men and mightiest lord deeds. The day is come,
Now
is
the hour he needs the aid
Let us go to him now, Help our hero while hard bestead By the nimble flames. God knows that I
Of spearmen good.
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Had
rather the
fire
should ruthlessly fold
My
body with
it
Shame
than harbor me safe. were surely our shields to carry

his,
Home
Of
to
our lands, unless
we
life
first
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Slay this foe and save the

the Weder-king.
leave
Full well I
know
To
him
thus, alone to endure,
Bereft of aid, breaks ancient right.
My
helmet and sword shall serve for us both,
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Shield and armor
we
share to-day."
Waded
the warrior through welter and reek; Buckler and helmet he bore to his master; Heartened the hero with words of hope: "Do thy best now, dearest Beowulf, Years ago, in youth, thou vowedst
Living, ne'er to lose thine honor,
140
Shield thy
I
life and show thy valor. stand by thee to the end!"
After these words the
worm came
on,
145
Snorting with rage, for a second charge;

All mottled with fire his foes he sought,
The
warriors hated.
But Wiglaf's shield

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burnt to the boss by the billows of fire; His harness helped not the hero young. Shelter he found 'neath the shield of his kinsman,
Was
When the crackling blaze had crumbled But mindful of glory, the mighty hero Smote amain with his matchless sword.
his
own.
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it
Down
Till
it
hurtled, driven
by anger,
155
stuck in the skull, then snapped the blade,
Broken was Naegling, Beowulf's sword, Ancient and gray. 'Twas granted him never
count on edge of iron in battle; His hand was too heavy, too hard his strokes, As I have heard tell, for every blade He brandished in battle: the best gave way, And left him helpless and hard bestead. Now for a third time neared the destroyer; The fire-drake fierce, old feuds remembering, Charged the warrior who wavered an instant; Blazing he came and closed his fangs On Beowulf's throat; and throbbing spirts Of life-blood dark o'erdrenched the hero.
To
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Then in the hour of utmost peril, The stripling proved what stock hie came
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of;
Showed his endurance and dauntless courage. Though burnt was his hand when he backed his kinsman,
With head unguarded the good thane charged, Thrust from below at the loathly dragon, Pierced with the point and plunged the blade in, The gleaming-bright, till the glow abated Waning low. Ere long the king Came to himself, and swiftly drew
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The And
warknife that hung at his harness' cut in two the coiled monster.
side,
180
So felled they the foe and finished him bravely. Together they killed him, the kinsmen two, A noble pair. So needs must do Comrades in peril. For the king it proved His uttermost triumph, the end of his deeds
185
And work in the world. The wound began, Where the cave-dragon savage had sunk his teeth,
To
swell
and
fever,
and soon he found
OLD ENGLISH EPICS

That
the baleful poison pulsed through his blood,
in his breast.
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190
And burned
Sat by the wall
The brave old warrior and summoned his thoughts
Gazed on the wondrous work of the giants Arches of stone, firm-set on their pillars, Upheld that hill-vault hoar and ancient.
195
Now
And
Beowulf's thane, the brave and faithful Dashed with water his darling lord, His comrade and king all covered with blood
faint with the fight; unfastened his helmet.
Beowulf spoke despite his hurt, His piteous wound. Full well he knew His years on earth were ended now, His hours of glad life gone for aye His days alloted, and death was near:
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"Now would
I gladly give to a
son
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These weapons of war, had Wyrd but granted That heir of my own should after me come, Sprung from my loins. This land have I ruled
Fifty winters.
No
folk-king dared,
None
of the chiefs of the neighboring tribes,
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To
Of
touch
me
with sword or assail

I
me
with terror
battle-threats.
bided at home,
Held
my
peace and
my
heritage kept,
false
Seeking no feuds nor swearing
oaths.
This gives
me
comfort, and gladdens

sore
the
me now,
215
Though wounded
As I With
leave
my
life
and sick unto death. Lord may not charge me
killing of
kinsmen.
Now
quickly go,
Wiglaf beloved, Where hidden it
to look at the hoard,.

rests 'neath the
hoary rock.
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For the worm
lies still,
put asleep by his wound,
Robbed
Give
of his riches.
to see that
Then
rise
and
'
haste!
me
golden hoard,
Gaze on
the store of glorious gems,
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That easier then I may end my life, Leave my lordship that long I held."
Swiftly,
'tis
said, the
son of Weohstan
Obeyed
the words of his bleeding lord,

in the battle.
Maimed
Glad
Through
in.
the
mouth
of the cave
Boldly he bore his battle-net
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of the victory, he gazed about him;
Many
a sun-bright jewel he saw,
Glittering gold, strewn on the ground,
Heaped in the den of the dragon hoary, Old twilight-flier, flagons once bright,
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Wassail cups wondrous of warriors departed Stript of their mountings. Many a helmet
Armlets a many, (Wealth so hoarded, Buried treasure, will taint with pride, Him that hides it, whoever it be.) Towering high o'er the hoard he saw A gleaming banner with gold inwoven, Of broidure rare, its radiance streamed So bright, he could peer to the bounds of the cave, Survey its wonders; no worm was seen.
Curiously
Ancient and rusted.
woven.
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Edge of the sword had ended his life. Then, as they say, that single adventurer Plundered the hoard that was piled by the Gathered together old goblets and platters, Took what he liked; the towering banner
Brightest of beacons he brought likewise.
.
giants;
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(2776)
(-7^3)
So Wiglaf returned with treasure laden
The The
high-souled hero hastened his steps,

if
Anxiously wondered
lord of the
he should find
alive
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where he left him Sapped of his strength and stretched on the ground. As he came from the hill he beheld his comrade,
Weders
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His lord of bounty, bleeding and faint, Near unto death. He dashed him once more Bravely with water, till burden of speech Broke from his breast, and Beowulf spoke, Gazing sad at the gold before him:
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260
"For
the harvest of gold that here I look on,
To To
the
God
of
Glory I give
my
thanks.
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the Ruler Eternal I render praise

ere I
That
must go he granted me
this,
To
leave to
my
people this priceless hoard.
'Twas bought with
my
life;
now
look ye well
To my people's need when I No more I may bide among
have departed.
ye here.
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Bid the battle-famed build on the foreland far-seen barrow when flames have burnt me. High o'er the headland of whales it shall tower, A beacon and mark to remind my people.
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And
sailors shall call
it
in years to
come
Beowulf's Barrow as back they drive Their ships from afar o'er fogbound seas."
The
great-hearted king unclasped from his neck
collar of gold
and gave
ring.
to his
thane
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The brave young

Breastplate
warrior, his bright-gilt helmet,
and
So bade him farewell:
"Thou art the last last to be left of our house. Wyrd hath o'erwhelmed our Waegmunding line,
Swept
my
kinsmen
swift to their
I
Earls in their prime.
doom. must follow them."

warrior gray
285
These words were the
last that the
Found
he chose. Swift from his bosom his soul departed To find the reward of the faithful and true.
in his heart ere the flames
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III.
BIBLICAL EPIC
THE FALL OF MAN

(Younger Genesis,
lines 246-764)
The Ruler of hosts, in the realms of heaven, By the strength of his arm established on high Ten angel tribes: he trusted them well
To
serve their leader
and
loyally
work
5
The will of God, who gave them their reason, Whose hand had shaped them, their Holy Lord.
He dowered them
Such wisdom He
all with wealth; but one He made so great, gave him of mind, such might to wield,
In heaven he was next
to
God;
so glorious
He made
him,
10
So gleaming
his
He was
like
hue on high, that he had from his maker, unto shining stars. His lord he was bound to serve,
he was bound to thank his lord
Hold dear
the bliss of heaven;
For the bounteous
gift of light
that so long
He
let
him
up
enjoy.
But he turned
it
all
to evil,
and openly
stirred
strife
Gainst Heaven's highest Ruler,
15
who
Dear had he been
to
sitteth
on His holy throne.
nor could
our King, it be kept from the Lord

plotting rebellion
That His angel proud, was
BIBLICAL EPIC
He He
rose 'gainst his ruler,
and
railed against
God.
20
uttered defiance, refused to serve
Him;
Said that his body was bright and gleaming,
Wondrous and
nor would he further Give obedience to God in heaven,

fair,
Or
serve
his
That
him longer. It seemed to himself power and might were more than God's,
25
His followers firmer in fealty bound.
Many
things uttered the angel in pride;
By the power of his single strength he planned To make for himself a mightier throne, A higher in heaven. His haughty mood
own, in the North and West, He said he doubted Whether he further would follow God.
to
Urged him
30
stately hall.
"Why
should I
toil"
said he;
"I need acknowledge

for my master; I may with these hands Work marvels as many. Mine is the power To rear a throne more royal than His, A higher in heaven. Then why should I grovel
No man
35
to
win
his grace,
I
Bow
in obedience to
Him, when
may
be
God
as well as
He?
Faithful followers back me,

unfailing in battle;
Those hardy heroes have chosen
40
me
for their chief,
Sturdy warriors; with such 'tis well wars to plan, Battles to fight, with friends like these,
faithful
and
true,
Loyal their hearts, their leader I'll be, Rule in this realm; not right I think it
To fawn upon God
for favor
and
gifts.
45
Henceforth his liegeman no longer
am
I!"
$2

the Almighty heard
his angel
all
When
this,
on high, with haughty lips Defiance uttered, and foolishly strove 49 To rise against God, ... He was wroth in His heart, (295) And cast him down from his seat on high, (300) Hurled him to hell; from heaven banished, Down in those deeps he was changed to a devil.
How
Thus
fell
the fiend with his followers
all;
Three days and nights they downward fell. Those angels of light the Lord did change To devils dark. For His deeds and words They failed to honor, wherefore the Lord Deprived them of light, and placed them, lost Deep under earth in darkest hell.
There through the night immeasurably
Fire unflagging they
feel,
55
60
long,
each one;
Then comes with the dawn an eastern wind, And bitter-cold frost, ever fire or frost.
Throes and hardship are theirs to endure, Banished from heaven. Their home was changed, When first the hollow of hell was filled With fallen fiends. But the faithful angels Held the heights of heaven above, While the fiends below in fire lay, The foes who in folly fought against God. They have their reward in the womb of hell, Blaze and broad flames, and bitter smoke, Glare and gloom. Beguiled by their pride The service of God they despised and forgot. {326) Then spoke the insolent foe (33&)
.
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70
75
who once was fairest of angels, Most dazzling in heaven, and dear to his lord; (Within him sorrow seethed round his heart; Without was the reek of the rolling flames,
The
welter of
fire)
(353)
such words he spake:
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BIBLICAL EPIC
"This narrow place is nothing like That other world that once we knew, Where high in heaven our homes were set. Though God who gave, would not grant us Rule our realm. Unrighteous his deed,
33
to hold
them,
85
To hurl us flying to this flaming pit, And the heat of hell, from heaven cut off! He hath planned to establish man in our place!
This
is
the sorest of
all
my
sorrows,
That Adam should, that shape of earth, For aye possess my stronghold there, And live in bliss while we must endure
This brunt of wrath. Ah welaway! If but my hands were free; if but an hour I had, One winter's hour, then would I with this band But iron bonds are all about me; The rough chain rides me hard, realmless I am. Hell's strong clutches clamp me down, Pin me fast, a prey to the flames, Over and under me endless fire. I have never looked on a loathlier sight, Quenchless blaze that quickens ever. Cables tough, and torturing chains Hold me here; my hands are shackled, My feet are fettered; fast I am bound;
I
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100
105
may
not pass the portals of
hell,
Loose
my
limbs from the links that hold them,

hard, of iron hot,
Hammered
Bars and bolts. Thereby hath God Gripped my neck. I know from this, That the Lord of men my mind did mark; Saw that Adam and I should quarrel O'er heaven's realm, if my hands were free. But now we endure the throes of hell, darkness and heat,
no
34

bottomless.
into
Grim and
Hath swept us
God Himself swarthy gloom, though guiltless of

He
us
115
sin!
No wrong we
did in his realm,

all
yet robbed Cast us into cruellest woe!
of light;
now may we wreak our wrongs,

Pay him reward
of hate;
because he
reft
us of
light.
hath marked a place called midgard, 120 where man He hath wrought After His likeness. He looks to replace us In heaven with spotless souls! Now seek we earnestly
He
How
on
Adam and
all
his offspring,
Our wrongs we may right, and wreak our If haply we may beguile him
to I
vengeance,
125
go astray from God.

light
have no hope of the

that
He
will
long enjoy;
Of
the bliss that
Nor may
His forever, 'mongst angel-hosts in heaven. we hope to soften the heart of God Almighgty.
is
Then keep we
Tempt them
to
that
since
kingdom from man we may come to it
never;
break His word, and turn from the Thus shall His wrath be kindled,
to
130
will of their
Maker.
cast
them away
forever.
Then
shall they seek this hell,
sink to these gulfs of horror;
And we
shall hold
them
in chains,
these children of
men our
vassals.
Think of this deed, ye thanes of mine! If any there be, whom erst I favored With gifts of price, in that goodly kingdom,
135
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35
Where happy we
lived
and held our realm,
No
fitter
time he could find, to reward

to escape;
The bounty I dealt, no better way, Than if now he were willing at need
Break through these
bars,
140
by boldness and cunning;

through the
air,
Don
his feather-robe, fly

aloft
till
Wheeling
he light on the spot

145
Where Adam and Eve on earth are standing, In bounty and bliss while banished we are To the dark abyss. They are dearer than we
To Heaven's Lord;
they
live in joy,
They have the wealth that once was ours, Our realm and our right! This rueth me
sore,
That they shall in heaven be happy forever! 150 If any of you may alter their state, And make them transgress the command of God, {429)
I shall lie at
ease in
my
links of iron.
{433)
Who
gaineth
me
this, shall
get his reward,
The best I can give in the bounds of this fire: He shall sit with myself, who comes to say They have broken the law of the Lord of heaven."
155
Then
girded himself a foe of God;
crafty warrior clapped
on
his pinions;
it;
Set helmet on head,
Firmly fastened it of speech, A master of guile Swung through hell's door, the hardy adventurer, Wheeling through mid-air, on mischief bent, Cleaving the flames with his fiendish skill.
and hardily clasped down. He was fluent He mounted aloft,
160
165
He hoped
to deceive the servants of

lies
God;
Trick them with
and lead them
astray;
Tempt them to rouse the wrath of God. Onward he flew, with fiendish skill And came where Adam on earth was standing, The work of God's hand, wondrously made;
170
36

(457)
And with him his wife, of women the fairest. Near by stood two stately trees, Laden all over with largess of fruit, Bearing their bounty, as bidden by God, Heaven's high King, whose hand had set them For the children of men, to make their choice Of good and of evil; for each must choose 'Twixt weal and woe. Unlike was their fruit: One was beautiful, bright and shining, Delightful to look on; that was life's tree.
(460)
175
180
Who
should flourish forever; should be. Age might not injure nor dread disease. His days should pass in pleasure unending, High in the favor of heaven's King. And rich reward awaits him hereafter, In heaven above when hence he departs.
tasted
its
fruit,
Life everlasting his
lot
185
The second tree all swart uptowered, Dark and dismal: that was Death's tree.
Bitter the fruit
it
190
bore unto men!
(Both good and
evil
must
all
men know.)
Who
tasted the fruit of that fatal tree,
His life should wane, and wither away In sorrow and trouble, in sweat and in toil.
195
Age would strip him Gladness and glory;
of strength
and
vigor,
his goal is death.
little
while he lingers on earth,

to the darkest of lands,
fire
But soon goes down
To
serve the fiends in

tortures.
and woe,
it,
200
Hugest of
The tempter knew

his spite against
The sneaking spy with
God.
In the shape of a serpent, he soon was coiled
Round
the tree of death, through his devil's craft.
He took of the fruit, and turned to find The handiwork of heaven's King.
205
BIBLICAL EPIC
37
With
lying words,
the loathly fiend
Came toward
the
man, and questioned him
there:
"Hast thou any longing Adam, up to God?

I
am
on
his errand hither
210
far.
fared
from
tell
'Twas not long
since, that I sat
with
God
.
himself.
(5 00 )
He bade me come and

I
thee
. .
to take of this fruit.
heard him approve thy words and deeds, life, in His light above. Obey the behest that His herald brings! Far stretch o'er the world the tracts of green; God sitteth on high, in heaven enthroned, Nor deigns Himself to suffer the toil Of this journey long. So the Lord of hosts His herald doth send, to speak His will. He bids thee heed and obey His words. Stretch forth thy hand, and hold this fruit; Take it and taste it, thy heart will expand, Thy body grow brighter; thy bounteous Lord Sends thee this help from heaven above."
Praise thy
(57)
215
220
225
Adam
answered, where on earth he stood, God's handiwork: "When I heard the Lord, The King of heaven call me aloud, With stern voice bid me to stand on earth, And obey His will, when He brought me this woman, 230 This winsome bride, and bid me beware Lest the tree of Death should darkly deceive me,
And
Evil
betray
me
to woe,
He warned me
.
that hell
Should hold him
ever, within
.
.
whose heart
(S31 ) 2 35
was
lurking.
Unlike thou seemest
To any
angel that ever I saw!

art sent,
U38)
Nor dost thou offer me any token, That truly from heaven thou hither
38

the Lord.
I
Come from
But take
cannot obey thee!

trust
is
thyself off!
My
in
God,
240
Him whose hands did fashion me, That He may grant me each gift from on high,
faith is in
My
Without sending His servant
to
speak
in
His place."
245
Then wrathfully turned the tempter away; Went where he saw the woman standing, Winsome and fair. The words he spake
Brought woe
to the world,
and worst
of
pangs
To
all
her offspring, in after years:

will rouse the
"I know ye
wrath of God,
250
When
I tell
him
myself, returned from the journey,
The long hard way, that ye would not listen, Nor heed the message that hither He sent, Far from the East. He shall fare Himself To make you His answer; no messenger then His word will bear, for I wot He will kindle
255
His anger against you. But if thou, woman, A willing ear to my words shalt lend, His vengeance yet thou mayest avert. Bethink thee, Eve, that through thy wit Ye both may be saved from bitter woe! 260 Eat of the fruit, and thine eyes shall be light! Far and wide o'er the world thou shalt see, God himself thou shalt see on His throne, And the favor of Heaven shalt have forever. Also, dear Eve, thou may'st alter the mind 265 Of Adam thy husband, if thou have his goodwill, And he trust thy words, when the truth thou revealest: How glad was thy heart when God's behest Thou promptly didst heed: mayhap he will leave His stubborn mood, and silence the answer 270 Of wrath in his bosom, if both of us now Urge him together. Now earnestly ply him To do thy bidding, lest both of ye fall Into God's disfavor, and get you His wrath!
BIBLICAL EPIC
If this
39
275
thou
fulfillest,
fairest of
women,
I shall hide
from
The
insults
words of Adam, thy husband did heap upon me,

the harsh
my Lord
When
Said I was
he challenged my honor, charged evil, no angel of God.

I
me
with falsehood,
Yet well do
know
all
the
ways
of the angels,
280
This many a year With loyal heart my lord I have followed, And rendered to God, the Ruler of Heaven, My dutiful service; no devil am I!"
The heavenly
mansions.
So he led with
his
lies,
and lured with
his wiles
285
The woman to wrong; till the will of the serpent Worked in her bosom; (the weaker mind God had given her.) She began to listen And lean to his lore. At last she took From the tempter the fruit of the fatal tree,
worse deed ever For man was done. 'Twas marvel great That the Lord everlasting allowed it to happen, Permitted so many men upon earth By lying lore to be led astray. She tasted the fruit and turned from God, From His word and will. Then wide was her vision By the gift of the fiend, who beguiled her with lies, And darkly betrayed her; his doing it was That heaven and earth more white did seem, And all the world more wondrous fair, More glorious-great the works of God. (She beheld them not by human power,
Against God's word.
290
No
295
300
But the fiend had
falsely feigned
it
before her;
Her
sight deceived her,
when
fiend
she seemed to look
305
So far abroad.)
The
now
spoke,
The
tempter-foe,
his tale
"Now thou mayst see, I How altered thy form, O
nought profited: need not tell thee,

fairest
Eve,
40

310
How
And
beauteous thy body, since obeying my words, heeding my lore. Now light shines about thee, Glorious and bright. I brought it from God,
it.
So fair from Heaven, thou mayst feel it and touch Reveal to Adam this vision of brightness, Vouchsafed by me. If with simple mind
315
He
agree to
my
wish, I will give
him
his
fill
Of the glorious light I gave to thee, Nor store up his insolent speeches against him, Though scarce he deserve so swift a pardon. Nor shall his children be charged with his fault,
320
Banished from heaven for his misdoing; Their life shall be happy, though he hath done wrong." Then went to Adam of women the fairest, The winsomest wife the world ever saw, (Though comely her form, as she came from God's hand 325 Yet was she undone by darkest wiles And won by lies), these words she spake: (^3)
"Adam my
lord, this fruit is so sweet,
ip55)
So blithe in my breast, so bright this herald, This angel of God so good and fair, By his trappings I see he is sent from above.
'Tis wiser for us to
330
win
his favor
Than
If
by surly words. today thou hast uttered aught that was harsh, He yet will forgive, if he get our obedience. What profits this strife with the spokesman of God Thy Lord and Master? We need his good-will, For he may commend us to our Maker in heaven, Our Ruler on high. From here I can see Where He sits himself, 'tis South and East Enwound with glory, the world's Creator.
set
him
against us
335
340
I behold his angels hovering about
Him
In winged robes, a radiant host

If
And choir glad. Whence cometh this vision, God Himself vouchsafed it not to us,
345
BIBLICAL EPIC
41
The King of heaven? And look abroad o'er

Filled
is
I can hear afar,
the bright creation
Joyful harping I hear in heaven!
my
my
soul,
Since
first
I took
and flooded with light, and tasted this fruit.

it;
350
Here
hand, dear husband, I bring Gladly I give it; from God it hath come,
in
I firmly believe, as his faithful angel
Hath told us it came, in truthful words. Nought else was ever on earth like this; 'Tis sent by God as his spokesman declares." Sore she beset him, and spurred him all day To the deed of darkness; drove him to break
355
will of their Lord. The loathly fiend Stood near by, and subtly the while 360 Incited their spirits to sin and shame. (687) Long she urged him, till Adam at last {75) Goaded by Eve, began to yield; His mind was turned, he trusted too much The winning words that the woman spake. 365 Yet did she it all in duty and love, Nor weened what woe, what wailing and sorrow Should come to mankind, because she had hearkened To the voice of the devil. She deemed she was earning God's approval, by giving her husband 370
The
The fruit to By winsome

Though
taste,
and turning
his
mind
words, her will to perform.
Death and the grave he got from the woman, it had not that name, 'twas known as the Yet the devil's seduction meant death's long sleep, Doom of hell and downfall of heroes, Undoing of man and mortal woe,
fruit.
375
Because they ate of that cursed
fruit.
As soon as
He
the evil one saw it was done, laughed aloud, and leapt for joy.
380
42

fall
For the
of
them
both, the bitter foe
Gave thanks
to his lord, that loathly thane!

I got
will,
"Now
have
thy
me
thy grace and favor,
Worked
my reward, Man is betrayed for many a day; Adam and Eve forever have lost
and won
385
love of their Lord, for leaving His word, His law and command. No more they shall hold The kingdom of heaven: to hell they shall go. They shall make the dark journey; no more thy sorrow 390 Bear in thy breast, where bound thou liest; Nor mourn in thy mind, that men shall inherit The heights of heaven, the while we endure Labor and throes in a land of gloom. Because of thy pride, our cohorts fell, 395 Hurled from the towering halls of heaven, Goodly abodes. For God was wroth Because we refused to fawn with his followers,
The
Bow
our heads in obeisance to Him. Therefore the Ruler was wroth in His heart, Hurled us to hell, in the heat of His anger;
400
Flung
to the flames the flower of
His host,
And
then with His hands, in heaven

seats of glory,
He
raised
New
and gave them to man. Blithe be thy mood, and merry thy breast! Double damage today is wrought!
405
This brood of
man
hath missed forever
heaven, they go their way To the flames and thee. And God Himself Is made to suffer sorrow and loss. On Adam's head 'tis all repaid, With hate of his Lord and heroes' downfall, Mortal throes of men upon earth.
The
glory of
410
Healed
is
my
hurt,
my
heart expands.
Wreaked are all our ancient wrongs, The lingering woe we long endured!
415
BIBLICAL EPIC
43
Back
I'll
haste to the blaze of
hell,
Satan to seek, struck into chains." Netherward bent his way that boder of
evil,
Stooped
to the gulfs of hell
and
the far-flung flames.
420
THE DROWNING OF THE EGYPTIANS

(Exodus, lines 447-515)
The
host
was harrowed with horror
of drowning;
Sea-death menaced their miserable souls.

slopes of the hill-sides were splashed with blood. There was woe on the waters, the waves spat gore; They were full of weapons, and frothed with slaughter. 5 Back were beaten the bold Egyptians, Fled in fear; they were filled with terror. Headlong they hastened their homes to seek. Less bold were their boasts as the billows rolled o'er tlvm, Dread welter of waves. Not one of that army 10 Went again home, but Wyrd from behind Barred with billows their backward path. Where ways had lain, now weltered the sea, The swelling flood. The storm went up High to the heavens; hugest of uproars 15 Darkened the sky; the dying shrieked With voices doomed. The Deep streamed with blood. Shield-walls were shattered by shock of the tempest.
The
Greatest of sea-deaths engulfed the mighty,
Retreat was cut off At the ocean's brink. Their battle-shields gleamed High o'er their heads as the heaped-up waters Compassed them round, the raging flood. Doomed was the host, by death hemmed in, Suddenly trapped. The salty billows
Captains and troops.
20
25
44

their swirling the
Swept with
sand from
their feet,
As the Ocean cold to its ancient bed, Through winding channels the churning
flood,
back o'er the rippled bottom, Swift avenger, naked and wild. With slaughter was streaked the storm-dark The bursting deep with blood-terror yawned, When He who made it, by Moses' hand Unbitted the wrath of the raging flood; Wide it came sweeping to swallow the foe;
rolling
Came
30
air;
35
Foamed
the waters, the fated sank;
Earth was o'erwhelmed, the air was darkened; Burst the wave-walls, the bulwarks tumbled;
The The
sea-towers melted,
when
the
Mighty One smote

fire,
pride of the host, through the pillar of
40
With holy hand from heaven above. The onslaught wild of the angry main None might oppose. He appointed their end In the roaring horror. Wroth was the sea: Up it rose, down it smote, dealing destruction.
Slaughter-blood spread, the sea-wall
fell,
45
the handiwork of God, smote with His ancient sword, Felled the defence of the foam-breasted waves. With that death-blow deep, the doomed men slept. The army of sinners their souls gave up, The sea-pale host, ensnared and surrounded, When the dark upheaval o'erwhelmed them all, Hugest of wild waves. The host sank down, Pharaoh and his folk, the flower of Egypt
Up reared on high, When the ocean He
50
55
Utterly perished.
Soon That
discovered,
The enemy of God when the sea he entered,

was mightier than
he.
the ocean's master
By
the strength of His
arm He decided
the battle,
Wrathful and grim. He gave the Egyptians Thorough reward for that day's work.
60
CAEDMON
Not one of that host to his home came back; Of all those warriors not one returned
tell in the towns the tidings of woe, Their husbands' doom to the heroes' wives, How sea-death swallowed the stately host, The Lord Almighty No messenger left.
45
To To
bring the news of the battle's end,
65
Confounded
their boasting; they fought against
God.
IV.
CHRISTIAN LYRIC
NORTHUMBRIAN HYMN
Now hymn we
Praise His
aloud the Lord of Heaven, wisdom and wonderful power,
The
glorious
works of the great Creator,

sons of men.
How
First
the Father Eternal founded this world.
He
set for the
Heaven to roof them. The Holy Ruler, The King of mankind, then cast the foundations Of earth in the midst, and made thereafter Land for the Living, the Lord Almighty.
46
(Hytmmtlf
HYMN OF
(From The
PRAISE
348-377)
Crist, lines
Hail thou Holy One, Heaven's Ruler,
Thou of old wert equal with the Father, God in the Highest, in Thy glorious home!
No
angel was yet created in heaven,

5
of the mighty unnumbered host, That keep the realms of the kingdom on high, Worshipping God the Wielder of majesty,
None
When Thou with the Father didst first establish The firm foundations of the far-spread world. Ye share alike the Spirit of Comfort, Where ye throne on high. We therefore pray Thee With humble hearts, to help Thy servants. O Saviour Christ, we call to Thee To hear the cries of Thy captive people, Woe-entangled by wayward wills,
Fettered fast by the fiends of
hell,
10
15
Cast into chains by the crew accursed, And held in bondage. Our hope is in Thee;
Thou
alone canst deliver
Thy
people.
Help us miserable, by the might of Thy coming! Comfort us who suffer, and save us disconsolate,
20
Though we have offended with our faults against Thee. Have mercy on Thy servants, remember our infirmit'es How we fail and falter with feeble hearts How shamefully we all have erred from Thy ways.
25
No longer Come and
delay, our
deliver us,
Lord and Redeemer, O King of Thy people!
CYNEWULF
47
need Thy grace, and the gift of Thy salvation, That henceforth more worthily we may worship Thy name Walk in Thy ways, and Thy will perform. 30
We
THE VOYAGE OF LIFE

(From The
Crist, lines
850-866)
Our
life
is likest
a long sea- voyage:
O'er the water cold in our keels we glide, O'er Ocean's streams, in our stallions of the deep We drive afar. 'Tis a dreary waste
Of
ceaseless surges
we
sail
across,
In this wavering world, o'er wind-swept tracts
Of open sea. Ere we bring
Anxious the
struggle,
at last our barks to land,

is
The Son
O'er the rough sea-ridges. Our rescue of God doth safely guide us,
near;
10
Helps us in to our harbor of refuge; Shows from the deck the sheltered waters Where smoothly to anchor our ancient chargers, Hold with the hawsers our horses of the deep. Then fix we our hope on that haven of safety That the Prince of Glory prepared for us all, The Ruler on high, when He rose to heaven.
15
DOOMSDAY
(From The
Crist, lines
867-1006)
Lo! on a sudden, and all unlooked for, In the dead of the night, the day of the Lord Shall break tremendous on man and beast,
O'erwhelming the world and the wide creation,
48

ruthless robber, ranging at night,
strides
As a
Who
through the dark with stealthy pace, And suddenly springs on sleep-bound heroes, Greets with violence his victims unguarded.
mighty host on the mount of Sion
Shall gather together glad
and
rejoicing
10
The
faithful of the
Lord, they shall find their reward.

the quarters four,
With one accord from
And
uttermost ends of the earth at once,
Glittering angels together shall blow Their shattering trumpets; the trembling earth Shall shake and sink, as they sound together,
15
Piercing strong to the starry track.
Their music swells from the South and North, From East and from West, o'er the world's wide round. 20 They wake from the dead to the day of judgement The children of men, with their challenge dread. Out of their ancient earth and mould, Forth from their sleep profound they wake them. Howling with fear they shall huddle and flock, Moaning and groaning, aghast with terror, 25 Bewailing the deeds that were done in the body.
Eye hath not seen a
sight
more awful,
To men
shall
appear no portent more dread:

30
Sinners and saints in strange confusion, Mingled together shall mount from their graves, The bright and the black: for both shall arise,
Some
fair,
some
foul, as
foreordained
To
different
home, of
devils or angels.
From South and East
o'er Sion's top,
In sudden radiance the sun shall flame From the throne of God; more gleaming-bright,
35
CYNEWULF
Than man may
imagine, or
49
mind
conceive.
Resplendent it shines, as the Son of God Dazzling breaks through the dome of heaven. Glorious appears the presence of Christ, 40 The King as He comes through the clouds in the East, Merciful and mild in mind to his own, But with altered mood of anger toward the wicked:
Unlike His looks for the
lost
and
the blest.
(909)
The greedy
With
spirit of
Shall leap o'er the land,
consuming flame and the lofty

fill
(972 )
halls;
45
the terror of fire shall
the world.
The
battle-thirsty flame shall blaze afar,

all
Devouring the earth, and
therein.
Strong-built walls shall split
and crumble;
50
Mountains shall melt, and the mighty cliffs That buttress the earth gainst battering waves, Bulwarks upreared 'gainst the rolling billows, The sweep of the fire Shall fall on a sudden. Shall leave no bird nor beast alive.
55
The
lurid flame shall leap along the
world
Like a raging warrior. Where the waters flowed In a bath of fire the fish shall be stifled; Sundered from life, their struggles over, The monsters of the deep no more shall swim. Like molten wax the water shall burn. More marvels shall appear than mind may conceive, When tempest and whirlwind o'erwhelm the earth,
60
And
rocks are riven by the roaring blast.

shall wail, they shall
Men
weep and lament,
65
Groan aghast with
grovelling fear.
The smoke-dark flame o'er the sinful shall roll, The blaze shall consume their beakers of gold,
All
the ancient heirlooms of kings.
The Mid
shrieks of the living aloud shall resound

the crack of
70
doom,
their cry of fear,
50
Their howl of despair, as they struggle to hide. No guilty wretch shall refuge find,
Not one
shall escape the scorching flame;
On
It
all it shall seize,
as
it
sweeps through the world.

ruthlessly bore
it
75
shall
leap
and run and
In the bowels of the earth,

Till
shall
burn
aloft,
the ancient stains of earthly sin the purging billows are burnt away.
By
THE VISION OF THE CROSS

(Ascribed to Cynewulf)
List to the words of a
wondrous vision, dead of night, When stilled in sleep were the sons of men! Methought on a sudden I saw a cross Upreared in the sky, and radiant with light.
Dream
that I dreamt in the
Brightest of trees,
that beauteous beacon
Was
Four
dipped in gold, and bedight with jewels:

at the base,
and
five
on the beam
blest
Glistened on high; 'twas no gallows-tree,
Emblem
of
shame, but the souls of the
10
Were gazing upon it, God's bright angels, The glorious creation, all kindreds of men.
'Twas a
tree of triumph,
sin,
but troubled was
I,
Stained with
as I stood
and gazed
15
On
the Cross of glory, aglow with light. Layers of gold, and glittering jewels Covered its bark, and buried the wood. Still through the gold that garnished its side, I was 'ware of wounds where once it had bled,
I was bowed with sorrow; But the vision filled me with fear when I saw That it changed its hue now chased with gold, Now stained with blood and streaming wet!
Scars of a battle old.
20
CYNEWULF
Long
I lay thus, looking in sadness I
51
At the Saviour's Cross, when sudden Making melody, marked it singing; Wondrous words the wood did utter:
heard
it
25
"Many
yet
years ago,
I
remember
it
all
Fast by a forest-side,
they felled
Severed
me where me from my stock;

to
I grew,
30
strong foes took
and shaped me
For a spectacle
men;
made me bear their criminals, Bore me away on their backs,

bade
me
stand on a hill-top;
Band
of fiends there fixed I
me.
saw the Friend of Man, Haste with mighty hardihood to mount on high and clasp me. I durst not bend nor falter,
nor disobey
35
my
Lord;
all
Though
marked how
the earth
with mighty tremblings shook.
The
fiends I might have felled there,
but firm
I stood
unshaken.
Almighty.
Then
stripped the mighty hero,

in sooth 'twas
God
He clomb
with
the towering cross,

spirit
keen and daring;

40
race
Bold
in sight of the rabble,
when our
I trembled as he yet
he would deliver.
embraced me,
earth I durst not,
bow
to
Nor
prostrate
fall
with
fear.
'Stand
the
fast,'
my Lord commanded;
I stood, a cross uplifted!
King
of glory I carried,
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Upheld the Lord of heaven; my head I durst not bow. With gruesome nails they gored me, the gaping wounds are open;
In bitter malice scarred me,
strike
45
back
at the fiends I durst not.
They mocked
us both and beat us,
with blood
my
sides were running,
That flowed from the Saviour's body, when he bowed his head in death.
Much I endured on that mount of woe, Throes and hate, for there I beheld The God of hosts, hanging outstretched.
50
pall of darkness
dimmed
his glory,
Shrouded his body. The shadow rushed on, Black under clouds, all creatures wailed; Christ was on the Cross; their King was dead!
55
Soon a band
I beheld,
hastening
swiftly
forward,
Comrades seeking their Lord; (clearly I saw it all.)

Stricken with grief profound,
forward I stooped
Eagerly bending low.
to
help them,
They
lifted
Him down
from the Cross,

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Released from his bitter agony; alone they left me there,
Standing steeped in blood, wounded with shafts of malice. They folded His weary limbs, and watched at the head of his body; Looked intent on their Lord, the while He took His rest,
Forspent
with
heavy
toil.
CYNEWULF
Then full in sight of His slayers They hastened to hollow a grave, hewn from glistening marble; Buried the Lord of Victory,
and chanted a
lay of mourning,
53
65
Sadly at eventide; then sorrowing took their leave;
Went from
the
Lord
of glory.
There He rested
alone.
Long
At
I stood, deserted
last
they felled me,

ditch,
by
all;
(70)
fearful
my
fate;
70
and deep they buried me. Erelong I was found by friends of my Lord, (76) Who straightway adorned me with silver and gold. Here mayest thou learn, my hero beloved, What woe I endured, what work of felons, 75 What trials sore. Now the time is come That far and wide o'er the world I am honored. All kindreds of men, the mighty creation, Kneel to this sign. For the Son of God On me did suffer! This makes me glory! 80
Sublime
I
They dug a
am
lifted aloft in the sky,
With might Once I was
to heal all
men who
woe,
adore me.
set for a sign of
A mark
High
of shame, ere I
lost,
showed
of
life.
to
men,
85
Wandering
the
way
God who
is
Lord of
glory, exalted
me
. .
o'er the towering trees of the forest.".
(91)
With happy heart
I hailed the cross,
I22 )
And
fervent zeal.
I knelt. I
No
friend
was near;
90
Alone
longed to depart;
My
was eager to start on her journey. Late I had lingered, my life's desire Was to come to the cross, the conqueror's beacon:
soul
54

More
oft than other men, ever alone, worship it worthily, wanting but this: look on the cross whence cometh my help. Friends have I few to defend and comfort me; They have left the life and delight of the world; They have gone to greet the King of glory; They are folded in bliss with the Father on high;
To To
95
100
They
Lord of angels; My heart beats high for the happy day When the cross of Christ shall come once more To fetch me away from this fleeting life,
live in the light of the
Bring
me home
to the bliss of heaven,
105
Where
the saints of
God
sit
at the feast,
Joined in raptures of joy eternal.
U44]
May he who On the cross

And
suffered for the sins of

of
men
{145-156)
shame, show
me
the way,
Guide me in grace to the goal of my hope, That so I may join the saints in their joy,
dwell forever in realms of
bliss.
no
THE PHCENIX
(Ascribed to Cynewulf)
Lo I have heard of a happy land Far in the East, of a fair country, Happier fairer than earth-folk know. Far remote the mighty Creator Planted this realm, where few may reach
Sinful mortals seek
it
it;
in vain.
Blest are those fields,
abloom with the fragrance
Of
all
sweet odors that earth exhales.
Peerless the island, peerless her maker,
Glorious the Lord
who
laid her foundations.
10
CYNEWULF
Her happy people hear glad
singing,
55
Oft through Heaven's open door. Green are her woodlands, green and ample,
Under her
rainless roof outspread.

fire,
Winter's breath or blast of
15
Driving hail or hoar-frost dreary, Heat of sun or cold incessant,

Scorching noons or sleeting north-winds
this happy island. abloom with flowers. Ever the same through the seasons' change. No mountain ramparts mar those regions;
Ne'er
Blest
may harm
lies,
it
20
No No No
Of
rugged heights, as here with us;

hill-sides steep, or
hollows deep;
25
no caves or dens; But smoothest lawns and sunny levels

crags or
clefts,
joyful flowers face those skies.

fair
Fathoms twelve the

(So wise
land towers
lifts its
men have
loftiest
writ in records old)
O'er the
peak that
head,
30
Here among
us,
up
to the skies.
'Tis a region calm of sunny groves Woodlands glad, whose wondrous trees Stand fair and fresh in unfading hues, Goodly and green at God's behest. Ever the same, summer and winter,
35
In living green those groves are clad,

fruit. No leaf shall waste branch be blackened with blast of lightning Till doomsday come. When the deluge swept With might of waters the world of men, And the flood o'erwhelmed the whole of earth, This isle withstood the storm of billows
Laden with
No
40
Serene
Spotless
and steadfast 'mid raging seas and pure by the power of God.
45
56

Thus blest it abides till the bale-fire come, The day of doom when death's dark chambers,
Abodes
of gloom, shall be broken asunder.
strife
No No
envious
disturbs
that
isle;
tears or toil or trace of woe;
50
Needy
age, or
Foe's assault,
narrow death; or sudden end;
No No No No
Of
sin or sorrow, or sore distress;
grinding want, or wealth uncertain,

bitter care, or
bed of pain;
55
wintry weather's wild encounter

crashing storms, no cruel frost
Beats any
man
there with icy showers.

assails that isle;
from the clouds, Lashed by the gale; but living streams Wondrously gush from woodland springs, Lapping the earth with limpid ripples. Each month of the year in the midmost grove The winsome waters well sea-cold From the mossy turf; at the time appointed
pelting rains pour
No No
sleet or
snow
60
65
Wind through the wood in wandering streams. For God decreed that the joy of waters Should twelve times play through that land of Thick hangs the fruit in the forest-glades;
The The
shining clusters never decay,
plenty.
70
holy burden of the bending trees.
No No
withered blooms are wafted down;

leaves are shed; but laden
boughs
75
fruit.
Of bounteous
ever-bearing trees
Yield ever-fresh and fragrant
Green are the groves on the grassy sward Decked and adorned by the deed of God, In beauty unwasting. Through the woodlands A holy fragrance floats and hovers.
Changeless through ages the
isle shall
bright
80
remain,
CYNEWULF
Till
57
He who
end
his
at first laid
its
foundations
Shall
wisdom's ancient work.
glorious bird guardeth this grove,
Noble in flight, Phoenix by name. Alone in the land he liveth, a hermit; Proudly dwelleth, proof against death, In this wood of delight, while the world endures. 'Tis said he watches the way of the sun, Eager to greet the candle of God, The gleaming gem, and joyously waits Till the Day-star come at dawn from the east,
First of lights
85
90
Shining bright o'er the billowy sea, by the Father created,

Glorious sign of God.
When
the stars are gone,
95
Dipped
in the
Or
hid in
waves of the western sea, the dawn, and dusky night
Darkling departs, then poised for flight The strong-winged Phcenix scans the ocean, Sky and wave, and waits the time 100 When the glorious light shall glide from the east And radiant rise o'er the rounding sea.
So bides by the fountain the peerless bird, Haunting ever the hallowed streams. Twelve times bathes in the bubbling spring, Dipping his plumes ere day arrive,
105
And The
His
the twinkle of
dawn; so
oft
he tastes
waters that well sea-cold, and wets

bill at
each bath in the bourne of delight. wings him triumphant Aloft to a tree-top towering high, Whence in the east he may easily see
Then
after his water-play
no
The road The lamp
of the sun,
of
when
rising clear,
heaven
shall glitter
and gleam
O'er the welter of waves. The world in brightened, 115 In beauty glows, as the glorious gem
58

Flashes o'er ocean, inland afar,
As soon
Joyfully
Lordly day-star lighting the earth. as the sun o'er the salty streams On high doth soar, the haughty bird
leaves
his
lofty
120
perch,
Darting upward on dauntless wing
And
singing exultant, seeks the light.
Glorious the greeting he giveth the sun,
His spirit athrill with rapture of bliss; Warbling melodies wondrous sweet, With various art and voice more clear Than ever men heard the heavens beneath, Since the King of Glory, the great Creator,
Established the world. More winsome Than any music that men may make; And sweeter than any earthly strain,
far
125
130
This trancing song. No sound of trump Or horn or harp; or harmonies clear
Of organ-pipes; or purest tones Of mortal voice, or music of the swan, Or aught that God hath given to cheer
Earth's heavy
toil,
135
may
touch this song.

140
He
carols
and
sings in unceasing delight
Till the
sun descends in the southern sky;
Then sinketh his song and silent falls. The beautiful bird then bows his head And listening alert lifteth his wings
Beating them
thrice,
then bideth at
rest.
Ever he notes the turn of the hours Twelve times by day and twelve times by
145
night.
The
At
Life
lord of this grove hath leave to enjoy
his will the wealth of this
wondrous
isle,
and
delight in a land of plenty,
Until he
Of
life
is worn with winters a thousand upon earth, alone in the wood.
150
CYNEWULF
Then aged and
wise with the weight of years
59
Hovers on high the hoary-plumed Phoenix, Leaves the green island and flowering plains, Wingeth his flight to a wide-spreading realm,
155
and uninhabited land. There he inherits a kingdom mighty;

lonely
Bold
o'er the bird-tribes beareth rule;

it
Lives for a season, and lords
among them,
160
Glorious grown, and guardeth the realm.
But soon he departs on swiftest pinions, Westward winging his wondrous flight; Thick the bird-tribes throng round their leader, Each of them eager to aid their lord. At length he comes to the coast of Syria, With his countless host. Then harshly thrusting The throng away, he wheels him aside;
165
To
Seeketh a dense wood's deepest shelter hide from the crowd in the covert dark.
Tall in the grove a great tree towers,
170
Firmly rooted 'neath heaven's roof, Named from the bird, and known as the Phoenix. The Maker of man, the mighty Creator, Hath granted a glorious growth to this tree. I have heard that it passes in height by far The tallest tree that towers on earth;
Its foliage fair shall flourish
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and
thrive;
branches shall wave, Winsome and green while the world endures.
Blight shall not touch
it,
its
winds are laid and weather is calm, of heaven shines holy and pure; Clouds are scattered and skies are clear; The mighty surge of the sea is stilled; Storms are asleep and warm in the south Gleams the sun and gladdens the world.
When
180
The lamp
185
Then
begins the bird to build in the branches,
60
To furnish his nest for his hour of need, When his spirit's fervor shall urge him to
The years of his And renewing his
age, restoring his youth,
life.
change
190
From
near and far
He
gathers together the goodliest herbs;
Blossoms and leaves he brings from the wood;

Fills
with fragrance his forest-abode;
Culls each sweet that the
King
of glory,
The
Father, created o'er earth's wide realm,

delight the children of
195
To charm and
men.
So he collects the loveliest blossoms; Treasures bright he brings to the tree. Soon in the solitude's deep recess
A winsome bower the wild bird builds him, A home in the tree-top; and houses him there,
High
aloft in the leafy shade;
200
Surrounds himself with richest spices, Herbs the rarest that earth may yield;
Makes
for his body a bed of blossoms, Fain to depart. With folded pinions He watcheth on high and awaiteth his hour. When overhead the sun in summer Out of heaven hottest shines,
205
The scathing heat scorches The blossoms are warmed;
his house;
210
the
bower smokes
With incense sweet, and bursts into flame; Bird and nest are burned together:
The
blaze
is
kindled, the bale-fire wraps
In roaring flames his wretched abode, And fiercely feeds on the Phoenix hoar,
215
Ancient of years.
Is
His aged body

spirit,
prey to the flames: his fleeting
Hastes to its doom, when the hot blast sunders Flesh from bone. Yet the breath of life In the fulness of time returneth again. Soon as the flickering flame subsides,
220
CYNEWULF
The
ashes are knit and kneaded together:
When the beautiful nest is burnt to And body and bones of the bird are
a cinder,
crumbled,
225
In the waning glow of the whitening embers
ball is found, in the
Rolled together, round
like
bed of ashes an apple;

creature,
it
Out of it comes a curious Wondrous in hue, as though

It
were hatched,
230
Shining bright, from the shell of an egg.
grows
in the
nestling fair,
shade to the shape of an eaglet, then further increases,

still,
Lustily thriving, larger
Equalling soon an eagle in
size.
235
At length he
is
fledged with feathers gay,
Bright as of old with beauteous plumes, His body renewed by the birth of fire, Taint of sin all taken away. Like as when men in the month of harvest Gather for food the fruits of the earth;
240
Garner
Shelter
their crops 'gainst
and
shield
Laying in stores While roaring winter rages amain, And covers the fields with coat of snow: Out of those winter-stores, wealth abounding
Shall
coming of winter; them from showers and storms, and living in plenty,
245
come through
the
germ
of
life
in the corn,
Cleanly sown as a seed in the spring.
When
And
Each
the sun returns, the token of
life,
250
his
warm
rays
waken
the wealth of the world,
Sprouteth afresh each

in its
fruit of the earth,
own kind quickened and

field.
kindled
So the Phoenix old After many years his youth renews; Is girt again with a garment of flesh.
brighten the
To
255
Earthly food he refuses to touch,
Save that he drinks drops of honey-dew
62

That
His
often
fall
at midnight hour;
revisit
Tasting nought else until he
260
{264)
own abode and

of
ancient home.
A man
Sang of
God, with mind prophetic,

a song inspired;
life
(57)
old,
Foretold his rising to
eternal.
That we more
readily might read the
meaning
Of
the fate of the Phoenix,
265
his fiery death:
When
he brings away his body's remnant; Gathers the ashes and embers together, Clasped in his claws, and carries them off, Flying sunward, when the flame subsides, To the courts of the Lord, where he lives secure
270
Through
countless years,
No No
foe infests that fair
all young again. domain;
hardship there can harm him further.

soul,
Thus body and
by the Saviour's might
275
Joined after death, shall journey together To the land of delight, laden with savor
Of incense sweet, like the soaring Phoenix, Where high o'er the hosts, in the city of glory, The Sun of Righteousness radiant streams.
280
When
the Saviour Christ on the souls of the Blest
Shines from on high, toward heaven's gate
They mount,
Glad
is
like beautiful birds to
meet him;
285
the song
and
glorious the shape

of joy,
shall touch
Of the spirits-elect in that land Where envy and malice no more

For ever and ever from
them:
evil free,
light,
They
live
in
peace,
apparelled in
Girt with glory, by
God
defended,
2 go
Like the Phoenix wondrous. The works of each, Sun-like gleam and glow in splendor, Bright before the face of the Lord,
CNYEWULF
In clear abodes of blessed calm.
63
The crown
of glory glittering bright,
Studded round with rarest jewels, Decks the brow of each blessed saint.
295
The
radiance floods their foreheads shining;

light.
God's diadem adorns the righteous
With jewelled
They
live in
joy
Endless, immortal,
and ever renewed,
300
In bliss secure and clothed in beauty;
At home with the Father of angels in heaven. No sorrow haunts those happy mansions;
No No No
danger, dread, nor days of
toil;
parching
thirst,
nor pangs of hunger;
305
need, nor age; the noble
King
Dispenseth bounty; the spirit-host

Praise their Reedemer, the Prince of Heaven;
Honor and magnify
the might of the Lord; Shouting glad, that glorious company Surround on high God's holy throne; Saints and angels sing triumphant,
310
Worshipping God with one accord: "Peace be to Thee true God! Power and Wisdom!
Thanks
For the
to
Thee evermore, throned
in majesty,
315
gifts
Thy
grace doth grant us anew,
Boundless in might, dominion and glory, High and holy! The heavens above, Abode of the angels, and the earth also,
Father Almighty, are
full of
thy majesty;
greatest of kings!
320
Thou Glory
of Glories,
and
Defend us Creator, Thou Father Almighty, And Ruler of Heaven, who reignest on high."
Thus hymn aloud
the host of the righteous,
Cleansed from guilt, in the glorious city; Publish the praise of the Prince of Heaven; The choir of saints keep singing on high: "To Him alone belongeth all honor
325
64

Thanksgiving and worship, world without end! Never His glory hath known a beginning, Though He chose to be born a child upon earth, Here among men, yet the might of His power
330
High
o'er the
Heavens
in Holiness dwelt
In glory undimmed.
Though
death's sharp pang
He bore on the cross, and bitter woe, The third day after the throes of his passion Laid low his body, He was brought to life By the Father's grace. So the Phcenix stands
For a sign of the power of the Son of God, When he wakes to the life of life from his ashes,
Girt with limbs in the glory of youth.
335
340
Thus by
the sundring of soul
To
life
everlasting our
and body, Lord did help us,

345
earth."'
Even
as the Phcenix, eager for flight,

his
Loadeth
wings with winsome herbs,
And
Such
sweetest blossoms that
bloom upon
tell
is
the burden, as scriptures

of the saints
us,
The songs
whose souls have departed

For a
gift to the
On
the heavenward journey, to the joy of joys

the
And
God
of grace.
Lord
350
They bring a sweet-smelling savor on high Of words and works, in that world of bliss
life. Render to Him and Honor, Power and Glory; Worship and Wisdom, World without end, In heaven above. He only is King Of earth's wide round, and the realms of With splendor girt in that glorious city. Leave hath granted us lucis auctor, That here we might merueri; By good deeds gain gaudia in celo; That so we men maxima regna Might reach, and sit sedibus altis;
And
radiant
Praise
355
light,
360
SECULAR LYRIC AND ELEGY

Live in delight lucis et pads; Enter our home almce letitice; In bliss immortal, blandem et mitetn See our Saviour sine fine; Prolong his praises laude perenne, In bliss with the Angels. Alleluia.
65
365
V.

THE WANDERER
Many
a lonely
man
at last
comes
to
honor
Merits God's mercy, though
much he endured
On
wintry seas, with woe in his heart,
Dragging his oar through drenching-cold brine, Homeless and houseless and hunted by Wyrd.
These are the words of a way-faring wanderer, This is his song of the sorrow of life,
Slaughter of foemen, felling of kinsmen:
Often alone in the dark before dawning, All to myself my sorrow I tell. Friend have I none to whom I may open My heart's deep secret, my hidden spring of woe. Well do I know 'tis the way of the high-born,
Fast in his heart to fetter his feelings,
10
Lock
Spirit
his
unhappiness in the hold of his mind.

destiny,
15
that sorrows withstandeth not
Heart that complaineth plucketh no help. A haughty hero will hide his suffering, Manfully master misery's pang.
Thus
stricken with sorrow, stript of
my
heritage,
20
Far from kinsmen and country and
friends,
66

Grimly
I
grappled
Since long time ago,
my grief to my bosom, my giver of bounty

25
Was
laid in the earth, and left me to roam Watery wastes, with winter in my heart. Forsaken I sought a shielder and protector; Far and near I found none to greet the wanderer, No master to make him welcome in his wine-hall;
None
to cheer the cheerless, or the friendless to befriend.
He who
has
lost all his
Knoweth how
Loneliness his
bitter
lot,
loved companions, a bedfellow is sorrow.
30
not lordly gold,
Heart-chilling frost, not harvest of plenty.
Oft he remembers the mirth of the mead-hall, Yearns for the days of his youth, when his dear lord Filled him with abundance. Faded are those joys! He shall know them no more; no more shall he listen
35
To
the voice of his lord, his leader and counsellor. Sometimes sleep and sorrow together
Gently enfold the joyless wanderer:

Bright are his dreams, he embraces his lord again,
Kisses his liege,
40
and
lays
Head and hands
as in
When
he thanked for
on his knee happy days, a boon his bountiful
giver.
Wakes with
a start the homeless wanderer;
45
Nought he beholds but the heaving surges, Seagulls dipping and spreading their wings, Scurries of snow and the scudding hail.
Then
his heart
is all
the heavier,
Sore after sweet dreams sorrow reviveth.
50
Fain would he hold the forms of his kinsmen, Longingly leans to them, lovingly greets them; Slowly their faces swim into distance; No familiar greeting comes from the fleeting Companies of kinsmen. Care ever shadows
55
67
The way of the traveller, whose track is on the waters, Whose path is on the billows of the boundless deep.
Surely I see not
how
should keep
60
prime,
My
heart from sinking, heavy with sorrow,
When all life's destiny deeply I ponder, Men that are suddenly snatched in their
High-souled heroes;
Day by day
so the whole of this earth droopeth and sinketh to decay. (63)

.
.
dread is the doom of the last desolation, (/j) T hen all the wealth of the world shall be waste, He that is wise may learn, if he looks Abroad o'er this land, where lonely and ruinous, Wind-swept walls, waste are standing; Tottering towers, crusted with frost, Crumbling wine-halls, bare to the sky.
How
65
70
Dead is their revelry, dust are the revellers! Some they have fallen on far fields of battle, Some have gone down in ships on the sea; Some were the prey of the prowling gray-wolf, Some were buried by sorrowing comrades. The Lord of the living hath levelled their mansions,
Silenced the sound of the singing
75
and
laughter.
Empty and bare Wondrous works
are
all their
habitations,
of the giants of old.
He that considers And this dark life

Battle
It
this scene of desolation,
50
deeply doth ponder,

slaughter,
and blood-shed, burning and

is
bringeth to mind, and mournfully he asks:

the warrior, where
is
Where Where
the war-horse?
is
the giver of bounty, where are the boon-
companions,
85
the
The "dream and
gleam"
that gladdened the hall?
Alas the bright ale-cup, alas the brave warrior! Alas the pride of princes!
Their prime
is
no more;
68

Sunk under night's shadow, as though it never had been! Where lusty warriors thronged, this lone wall towers, 90
Weird with dragon-shapes, wondrously carven; Storm of ash-spears hath stricken the heroes,
Blood-thirsty weapons, Wyrd the supreme. Wintry blasts buffet these battlements Dreary snow-storms drift up the earth The terror of winter when wild and wan Down from the north with the darkness drives
95
The
ruinous scourge of the ruthless

labor
hail.
All this
life
is
and sorrow,
100
Doom
Wealth
of destiny darkens o'er earth.

is
fleeting,
friends are fleeting,

is
Man
is
fleeting,
maid
fleeting,
All this earth's foundations utterly shall pass,
(no)
THE SEAFARER
The poem
sea.
translated below, has been interpreted as a dialogue

sailor
between a weather-beaten old
and a youth eager

lies
to
go to
The
itself.
parts are not assigned in the original MS., and the

in the
only warrant for our dialogue form
structure of the
poem
The Old Sailor: True is the

Sing of
tale that I tell of
my
cravels,
my
sea-faring sorrows
and woes;
Hunger and hardship's heaviest burdens, Tempest and terrible toil of the deep,
Daily I've borne on the deck of
my
boat.
Fearful the welter of waves that encompassed me,
Watching
Fast to
As she drove by
on the narrow bow, and drenched the deck mv feet were frozen,
at night
the rocks,
me
with spray.

Gripped by the
cold, while care's hot surges
69
10
My
heart o'erwhelmed,
of
Sapped the strength

Little
and hunger's pangs my sea- weary spirit.

happy,
15
he knows whose
lives at
lot is
Who
How,
ease in the lap of the earth,
sick at heart, o'er icy seas,
Wretched I ranged the winter through, Bare of joys, and banished from friends, Hung with icicles, stung by hail-stones. Nought I heard but the hollow boom Of wintry waves, or the wild swan's whoop. For singing I had the solan's scream; For peals of laughter, the yelp of the seal;
20
The sea-mew's
Shrill
cry, for the
mirth of the mead-hall.

25
through the roar of the shrieking gale Lashing along the sea-cliff's edge, Pierces the ice-plumed petrel's defiance, And the wet-winged eagle's answering scream,
Little
he dreams that drinks
life's
pleasure
By danger untouched
Insolent
in the shelter of
and wine-proud how
utterly
towns weary
30
Oft I wintered on open seas. Night fell black from the north Harvest of hail.
it
snowed
The Youth:
Beats in
Oh wildly my my bosom and bids me
heart
to try
35
The tumble and
surge of seas tumultuous,
Breeze and brine and the breakers' roar. Daily hourly drives me my spirit
Outward
Liveth no
to sail, far countries to see.
man
so large in his soul,
40
So gracious
in giving, so
gay
in his youth,
70

In deeds so daring, so dear to his lord,
But frets his soul for his sea-adventure, Fain to try what fortune shall send. Harping he heeds not, nor hoarding of treasure; Nor woman can win him, nor joys of the world. Nothing doth please but the plunging billows; Ever he longs, who is lured by the sea. Woods are abloom, the wide world awakens, Gay are the mansions, the meadows most fair; These are but warnings, that haste on his journey Him whose heart is hungry to taste The perils and pleasures of the pathless deep.
.
45
50
The Old
Sailor:
Hearest the cuckoo mournfully calling? The summer's watchman sorrow forbodes.
55
What does the landsman that wantons in luxury, What does he reck of the rough sea's woe, The cares of the exile, whose keel has explored The uttermost parts of the Ocean-ways!
The Youth: Sudden
my
soul starts from her prison-house,
60
Soareth afar o'er the sounding main;
Hovers on high, o'er the home of the whale; Back to me darts the bird-sprite and beckons, Winging her way o'er woodland and plain, Hungry to roam, and bring me where glisten
Glorious tracts of glimmering foam.
65
This Give
life
on land
is
lingering death to
me
[66]
me
the gladness of God's great sea.
THE HUSBAND'S MESSAGE

An exile from his country sends to his wife overseas a message, bidding her join him in his new home where he has prospered. The letters are cut on a tablet of wood, and the wood itself is supposed to speak. Compare the Vision of the Cross, and the Riddles for this kind of dramatic personification.
See I bring thee a secret message!
A
I
sapling once in the woods I grew;
was
cut for a stave
and covered with
writing;
Skilled
men
fair,
cunningly carved upon

in
me
5
Letters
a faraway land.
Since have I crossed the salt-streams often,
Carried in ships to countries strange;

Sent by
my
lord, his
speech to deliver
10
In
many
a towering mead-hall high.
Trial to
Hither I've sped, the swift keel brought me, make of thy trust in my master;
shalt find
Look thou
him
loyal
and
true.
He told me to come, that carved this letter, And bid thee recall, in thy costly array, The pledges ye plighted, the promises true Ye gave to each other in days of old,
15
When
still
in the land ye lived together,
Happily mated, and held in the mead-halls
Your home and abode. A bitter feud Banished him far. He bids me call thee,
Earnestly urge thee overseas.
20
hill,
When
thou hast heard, from the brow of the
The mournful cuckoo call in the wood, Let no man living delay thy departure,
Away
Hinder thy going, or hold thee at home. to the sea, where the gulls are circling!
25
72

Board me a ship
Sail
that's
bound from
for thee.
the shore-
away
South, to seek thy
own husband!
Over the water he waits
No No
keener joy could come to his heart,

greater happiness gladden his soul,
if
30
Than
God who
wieldeth the world, should grant
That ye
together should yet give rings,
Treasure of gold to trusty liegemen. A home he hath found in a foreign land,

Fair abode and followers true,
35
Hardy
Shoved
heroes, though hence he

his boat
was driven;
from the shore in distress, Steered for the open, sped o'er the ocean, Weary wave-tossed wanderer he.
Past are his woes, he has
40
He
won through his perils, no pleasure he lacks; Nor horses nor goods nor gold of the mead-hall;
lives in plenty,
All the wealth of earls
upon earth
45
Belongs
to
my
lord he lacks but thee.
VI.
RIDDLES AND GNOMIC VERSE
THE BOOK-WORM
A A
moth
ate a word!
To me
that
seemed
I
strange thing to happen,
when
heard that
of a
wonder,
A worm
that
would swallow the speech

steal in the dark,
man,
Sayings of strength
Thoughts of the mighty; yet the thieving sprite Was none the wiser for the words he had eaten!
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GNATS
There's a troop of tiny folk travelling swift, Brought by the breeze o'er the brink of the
hill,
Buzzing black-coated bold little people, Noisy musicians; well-known is their song. They scour the thickets, but sometimes invade The rooms of the town. Now tell me their names.
THE SHIELD
Wounded
I
Gashed by
the iron, gored
am, and weary with fighting; by thepoint of it,
Sick of battle-work, battered
and
scarred.
Many
Hope
a fearful fight have I seen, when there was none, or help in the thick of
it,
Ere I was down and foredone in the fray. Offspring of hammers, hardest of battle-blades, Smithied in forges, fell on me savagely, Doomed to bear the brunt and the shock of it,
Fierce encounter of clashing foes.
Leech cannot heal

Salves for
my
hurts with his simples,
my
sores have I sought in vain.
Blade-cuts dolorous, deep in the side of me,
Daily and nightly redouble
my
wounds.
BARNACLE ON THE HULL OF A SAILINGVESSEL

(or Barnacle-Goose)
I'm found under water held fast by my mouth, Swirl of the sea-tides goes sweeping beneath me. Fathom-deep sunk under surges I grew. Bending roof of billows above me:
74
My
on a floating beam. 5 if you lift me and free me. Dull is my coat as I come from the deep, But straight I am decked with streamers of white, Bright when the freshening breeze brings me from
adrift
body
You'll find
me
alive
underseas
Heaves me up and urges me far O 'er the seal-bath salty. Say what I'm
10
called.
HONEY-MEAD
I'm prized by men, in the meadows I'm found, Gathered on hill-sides and hunted in groves; From dale and from down by day I am brought. Airy wings carry me, cunningly store me, Hoarding me safe. Yet soon men take me; 5 Drained into vats, I'm dangerous grown. I tie up my victim, and trip him, and throw him; Often I floor a foolish old churl. Who wrestles with me, and rashly would measure His strength against mine, will straightway find himself Flung to the ground, flat on his back, 1
Unless he leave his folly in time, Put from his senses and power of speech, Robbed of his might, bereft of his mind, Of his hands and feet. Now find me my name, Who can bind and enslave men so upon earth, And bring fools low in broad daylight.
15
THE ANCHOR
war with the wind, with the waves I wrestle; must battle with both when the bottom I seek, My strange habitation by surges o'er-roofed.
I I I
am
strong in the
as I
stir,
strife,
while
still
remain;
I.
As soon
they are stronger than
75
They wrench and they wrest, till I run from my foes; What was put in my keeping they carry away.
If
my
back be not broken,
I baffle
them
I
still;
The
rocks are
I grip
my
helpers,
when hard
am
pressed;
Grimly
them.
Guess what I'm
called.
10
THE PLOUGH
My
beak is below, Under the ground.
I
I
burrow and nose go as I'm guided

forest;
By my
master the farmer, old foe of the
Bent and bowed, at my back he walks, Forward pushing me over the field; Sows on my path where I've passed along. I came from the wood, a wagon carried me; I was fitted with skill, I am full of wonders. As grubbing I go, there's green one side, But black on the other my track is seen. A curious prong pierces my back Under me hangs another in front,
10
And
If
forward pointing
is
fixed to
my
head.
I tear
and gash
the
my
master steer
ground with my teeth me with skill from behind.
15
GNOMIC VERSES
(From
the Cotton
MS.)
The
king shall rule his kingdom; castles are seen from afar,
by. giants
Reared
they
rise in the land,
Wondrous
Far
is
walls of masonry.
Wind
is
swiftest aloft;
the thunder heard.

is
Fair are the glories of Christ.

is
Wyrd
strongest,
hoariest,
is
Winter
'tis
coldest,
Lent is Harvest
latest
cold.
it
merriest, to
men
brings
Fruits of the year, furnished by God,
76

is
Truth is plainest. Treasure Gold to the children of men.
dearest,
Gray
hairs are wisest:
10
Who
longest hath lived hath learned the most.
Troubles shall cleave. Clouds shall dissolve. Comrades good shall encourage an aetheling To be brave in the fight, and free of his gold. Earls shall be daring. Iron shall ring Against helmet in battle. Hooded, the falcon Shall keep his wildness. Wolf in the forest Shall outlaw be. Boar in the thicket Shall tear with his tusks. Trusty earl To praise shall aspire. Spear for the hand, Gold-adorned javelin. Jewel in ring Shall richly be set. River with sea Shall mingle its stream. Mast in the ship,
Sail
15
20
on the yard, sword

is
in the breast in the cave
Iron that
Shall
Shall
doughty.
kind.
Dragon
25
Fierce o'er his treasure.
Fish in the water
spawn
its
bracelets bestow.
Surly shall roam.
King in the hall Bear on the heath Stream from the hill-side
30
Troops
Together shall stand Truth in an earl, In councillors wisdom. The woods shall bloom
shall
Gray
gush.
of comrades.
With brightest hues; Green on the earth.
hills shall
stand
in heaven,
God
is
To
The
judge our deeds. Door for the hall, Boss for the shield, building's mouth.
35
Fingers to fend.
Shall sport
Fowls
in
the air
and play. Salmon in the pool Showers from the Shall dart and shoot. Windy and wet on the world shall fall.
Thief shall stalk
in the dark.
skies
40
fen,
Giant shall dwell on the

shall in secret
to
Alone on the moorland.
Maid
fail
Go
to her friend,
if
she
be bought
flood shall be salt,
With gold before her
folk.
The
77
45
Waves of the ocean that wash And break on the shores. The
Shall breed
the land,
beast of the field
and bring
forth.
Bright in the heavens
Stars shall glitter, as
God
life
hath bid them. 50
Good
against evil; youth against age;

against death;
shall harry the land,
Light against dark;
Host against host
Foe against foe with feud shall come, The sage shall ponder Stirring up strife. This warring world. The "wolf" shall hang, Pay for the wrong he wrought upon earth, His guilt among men; God alone knows
55
The
place that his soul shall seek hereafter,

spirits that
Bourne of the
speed
to their
When
the stroke of death hath sent
them
to
Maker, God,
60
Where they wait for their doom. Dark is the future, Dark and hidden! He alone knows Our Helper in need; for none comes hither, Revisits his home to reveal to men What manner of mansions the Almighty inhabits, What seats of glory are God's abode.
(From
the Exeter
65
Book)
(55-56)
As the sea is smooth when storms are at rest, So people are quiet when peace is proclaimed.
Ship shall be nailed, shield shall be bound
(94)
Lindenwood decked. Dear to the And welcome the sailor that stands
Frisian wife,
at the door.
Home
is
her husband, his boat's in the harbor;

fresh.
She bids him in, her own provider; She washes his weedy coat; she gets him garments 'Tis dear on the land where a loved one is waiting. Wife shall be true to the man she hath wedded. Faithful are many, but many are froward,
10
78

They will love a stranger when their lord is away. Long doth the seaman stay on his voyage, Weary the wife that waits her dear one Though bitter her lot, she bideth her hour; Safe again home she shall see her husband
Unless he
is
15
lying, lost
and sunken,
(107)
Locked
in the
arms
of the ocean vast.
The
Hapless outlaws shall house with the wolves; (147) treacherous beasts oft tear their comrade.
the gray-wolf
kills,
20
When
there are graves to be
filled,
His howls are heard as hungry he roams, Prowling for prey; no pity in his wail For men he has murdered; he is greedy for more.
To
Prudent counsels are becoming to men (166) the gleeman his song, to the sage his wisdom. As many men, so many minds: Separate thanes have separate thoughts. He longeth the least that hath store of lays Or with hands of skill can strike the harp, On whom God hath bestowed the gift of song. Wretched who lives alone in the world Doomed by fate to dwell without friends 'Twere better he had a brother in his house,
25
30
Both men sons
of the self-same father.
{176)
35
There's sport on the ship when she runs under
sail
(186)
weary work against wind to row. They call him a coward and craven shirk, Whose oar is aboard with blade unwetted.
'Tis
79
THE FATES OF MEN

(From
the Exeter
Book)
Full oft by the grace of
To man and woman
in
God it happens wedlock joined,

it
child
is
born.
They
it,
cherish
the time
fondly,
Tend and
teach
little
till
is
come,
5
When
the
one's limbs, in the lapse of years,
Have sturdy grown, and gained their strength. So father and mother fondly rear it, Nourish and guard it. But God alone 4oiows The gift of the years to the growing child. Sudden death is the doom of one, Snatched away in the spring of his youth
10
By
a violent end, devoured by wolves

the heath:
That range
Her unhappy
child
it.
The mother bemoans, but man may
not change
One One One
shall
famine
slay;
another the flood sweep away '.15

another the bolt o'ertake!
shall the battle break;
shall in darkness drear

to feel
drag out his
life,
Groping
Another
where
his foot
may
stand.
Stricken with palsy in sinew

shall grieve
and and groan
limb,
at his fate.
20
One
shall fall
from a
forest tree:
flight,
Fearful he wheels in wingless
Spins through the air and swoops to the ground;
From
the crown of the trunk he crashes Stunned and senseless, all still he lies
to earth,
25
On
the straggling roots, his soul
is
fled!
One shall wander, weary and foot-sore, Far through the world, famished and needy, Trudging at dawn along dewy trails,
80

In a land unloved and an alien
soil.
Few
are alive to befriend the wanderer,
30
Ever unwelcome his eyes of woe. High on the gallows shall hang another, Dangle and strangle till he stiffen in death. Bloody-beaked birds on his body shall prey;
The
plundering raven shall pluck out his eyes,
35
Tear and claw the carcass to shreds. Helpless he hangs, his hands avail not To ward off the scavengers that swoop through
the air.
Hope-of-life has
left
that livid corpse;

suffers his
Senseless
and motionless he
in the death-mist:
Wyrd,
40
Drowned'
doom
of the criminal.
One The
shall be burnt in the weltering blaze;
flames shall devour their fated victim,
Swift and sudden his sundering from life In the lurid glow. Loud wails the mother, 45 As she watches the flames enfolding her darling. One shall be slain as he sits on the mead-bench, Ale-brawl ended by edge of the sword: The drunkard's folly, too forward his tongue! (50)
So the Lord Almighty allots unto men (64) 50 Manifold fortunes o'er the face of the earth; Dealeth their dole, their destiny holds. To some he gives wealth, to some he gives woe. Gladness of youth to some, to others glory in battle, Strength in the war-play with spear and with bowstring,
55
Fame and
Skill in the
honor; to others he gives
game of the checkered board. Some become learned in lore of books. Some have the gift of working in gold: Of beaten metal they make bright ornaments,
60
And
get broad lands
from
their lord in return,
HISTORIC WAR-POEMS
Receive them with joy from the generous king.' shall wait upon wassailing comrades,
of heroes carousing,
is
One
Gladden the hearts

Large
their joy as they laugh at the revels.
65
be found at the feet of his lord; With his harp he shall win a harvest of wealth; Quickly he tightens the twangling strings, They ring and they swing as his spur-shod finger Dances across them: deftly he plays. Another shall tame the towering falcon, Hawk in hand, till the haughty flier Grows meek and gentle; he makes him jesses, Feeds in fetters the feather-proud bird,
shall
One
70
With dainty morsels, the dauntless soarer, Until the wild one is weakened and humbled, Belled and tasselled, obeys his master Hooded and tamed and trained to his hand.
So marvelously
Skill
75
God
in
in his
might bestows
lands,
upon men
many
80
Shaping their lives, and allotting their fortunes To dwellers on earth of every kin. Let each man render Him honor and praise For the gifts His grace hath granted to mortals.
VII.
HISTORIC WAR-POEMS
THE BATTLE OF BRUNNANBURG

(From
the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle,
937 A. D.)
iEthelstan Lord,
and leader
agelong
of earls,
Gold-friend of heroes, he with his brother
Edmund
iEtheling,
glory
Won
in
war with weapons keen

By Brunnanburg.
With
offspring of
They broke the shield- wall; 5 hammers they hewed the lindenwoods,
Heirs of Edward.
The
True
foe
Oft had they driven from the land, and foiled the invader,
to their blood in battle defending Their hoard and their home. Huge was the slaughter 10 They made of the boat-crews and bands of the Scotsmen Doomed men fell. The field was drenched; Ran with the blood of the bravest fighters
From
rise of the sun,
when
the radiant day-star,

15
Bright candle af God, came in the morning-tide
Gliding o'er earth,
till
the glorious creature
Sank
to its setting.
Maimed by
the spear lay
The slain lay thick; many a Northman,

and war-spent, of Wessex
20
Shot over shield;
shattered
Many
Drove
a Scot.
all
But the men
day the Dane-folk before them;
Hung on the trail of the troop that they hated; Hewed from behind the host of the pirates,
With weapons new-whetted. Not one of the rovers Who came with Anlaf across the water Aboard his war-ship, bound for our shores, Fated to fall, found that the Mercian Refused him hand-play. Five young chieftains Lay stretched on the field. Seven great earls Of Anlaf were killed, and countless others Of boatmen and Scotsmen. Barely escaped
25
30
The Northern
With a handful
leader.
of
Leaving men, he made
in
haste,
for his ship.
They
cleared the craft, the king put out
On
the fallow flood.
He
fled for his
life.
35
Also the cunning Constantinus Home again stole to his haunts in the north.
Little
ground had the gray old leader

to boast of the battle-encounter.
To
brag and
Stripped of his clansmen killed in the slaughter.
40
HISTORIC WAR-POEMS
Alone he returned, his own son dead, Left on the battle-field, bloody and mangled, Brave young warrior. No bragging for him,
Grisly old traitor, of glorious sword-play;
83
him or Anlaf to laugh about, In midst of the wreck of their mighty array.
Little for
45
No
boasting for
them
that they
had
the better
conflict;
In the crashing of helmets, the heat of the
The splintering of spears, the struggle of heroes; The grinding of weapons, the game of war They chose to play with the children of Edward. So parted the Northmen on their nail-studded ships,
Blood-reddened wreck and remnant of lances; Sailed o'er the deep again, Dublin to seek,
.
50
And
the shores of Ireland,
shamed and
defeated.
55
Back to their Wessex home, went the two brothers; King and Êtheling, came to their own again;
Victors in triumph returned from the war.
Leaving behind, the horr -billed raven
The gloomy-coated,
to glut
1 the carcasses;
60
Leaving behind, the white -tailed eagle Perched on the corpses to ra*ey on the carrion; Leaving behind, the haggled kite, And the gray-wolf gaunt to gorge on the slain.
Never was made a mightier slaughter; Never sword reaped a ruddier harvest
65
Of high-born
heroes, here in this island,
Since hither of old, Angles
and Saxons,
70
So say the chronicles, sailed from the Eastward,

Crossed o'er the billows, to conquer the Britons;
When
And
haughty battle-smiths hammered the Welshmen Honor-keen earls entered this realm.
84
THE BATTLE OF MALDON

(991 A. D.)
The beginning
the battle
field,
of the
poem
is lost.
The
first
sixteen lines of
the remaining portion describe
Byrhtnot's men, arrived at dismount and turn their horses loose, how one of
flying to the
to
how
them sends
stream.
his
hawk
alderman proceeds
wood, and how the East Saxon marshal his band on the banks of the
The poem
continues as follows:
Byrhtnoth encouraged his comrades heartily; [//] Rode through the ranks and roused their spirits; Marshalled his men to meet the onset;
Showed them how they should hold their shields Firm in their grip, and fearless stand. When he had briskly whetted their courage, He leaped from his steed and stood with his people, His hearth-band beloved and house-hold thanes.
Then strode The viking

Hailing the
to the strand a stalwart
Northman,
shout;
herald.
They heard him

this
10
Send o'er the
tide the taunt of the pirates;
earl,
he hurled
challenge:
bade me tell thee Straightway thou must send them tribute, Rings for ransome, royal treasure;
"Bold
sea-rovers
15
Better with gifts ye buy us
off,
Ere we deal hard blows and death
in battle.
is
Why spill we blood when
the bargain
easy ? 20
Give us the pay and we grant ye peace. If thou dost agree, who art greatest here, To ransom thy folk with the fee we demand,
And
give to the
seamen the gold they
ask,
Pay with
tribute for treaty of peace,
HISTORIC WAR-POEMS
85
We
load the booty aboard our ships,

25
to sea and hold the truce." Byrhtnoth spake, he brandished his spear, Lifted his shield and shouted aloud, Grim was his wrath as he gave them his answer: "Hearest thou pirate my people's reply? Ancient swords they will send for ransom;
Haul
30
Poison-tipped points they will pay for tribute;

will serve you in battle. them my answer; Bring them this word of bitter defiance; Tell them here standeth, dauntless and stern,
Treasure that scarce
Go back
pirate, give
35
The
earl
with his
folk, to
defend his country;
Êthelred's realm, the rights of
my lord,
fall,
His house and his home;

Pirates
If
the heathen shall
and
robbers.
My
people were
shamed
40
ye loaded our booty aboard your ships,

floated
And
them
off
unfought, to sea,
Having sailed so far, to set foot on our soil. Not all so easily earn ye our gold! Sword-blades and spear-points we sell you first;
Battle-play grim, ere ye get our tribute!"
45
Forward he
told his troop to come,
To
step under shield
and stand by
the shore.
The breadth
of the stream kept the
bands asunder;
50
Strong came flowing the flood after ebb,

Filled the channel,
and foamed between them.
Impatient stood by Panta stream, East-Saxon host and horde of the pirates,
Longing
to lock their lances in battle.
Neither could harass or
harm
the other,
Save that some
fell
by the
flight of
arrows.
55
Down
went the
tide, the
Burned
for the battle the
Danes were ready; band of the Vikings;
86
On the bridge stood Wulfstan and barred their way. Byrhtnoth sent him, a seasoned warrior, Ceola's son, with his kinsmen to hold it. The first of the Vikings who ventured to set Foot on the bridge, he felled with his spear.
60
Two
sturdy warriors stood with Wulfstan,

pair,
Maccus and ^lfhere, mighty
Kept the approach where the crossing was shallow; Defended the bridge, and fought with the boldest, As long as their hands could lift a sword. When the strangers discovered and clearly saw
65
What bitter fighters the bridgewards proved, They tried a trick, the treacherous robbers,
Begged they might cross and bring their crews Over the shallows and up to the shore. The earl was ready in reckless daring To let them land too great a number. Byrhthelm's son, while the seamen listened,
Called across, o'er the cold water:
70
75
"Come
ye seamen,
come and
fight
us!
We give you Who to-day
ground, but God alone knows shall hold the field."
Strode the battle-wolves, bold through the water;
80
West over Panta waded
the pirates;
Carried their shields o'er the shining waves;

Safely their lindenwoods landed the sailors.
Byrhtnoth awaited them, braced for the onslaught, Haughty and bold at the head of his band. 85
Bade them build

Near was
the bristling war-hedge,
Shield against shield, to shatter the enemy.

the battle,
Now
for the death of the
now for the glory, doomed in the field.

90
Swelled the war-cry, circled the ravens, Screamed the eagle, eager for prey;
Sped from the hand the hard-forged spear-head,
HISTORIC WAR-POEMS
Showers of darts sharp from the grind-stone. Bows were busy, bolt stuck in buckler;
Bitter the battle-rush, brave
87
men
fell,
95
Heroes on either hand hurt in the fray. Wounded was Wulfmaer, went to his battle-rest; Cruelly mangled, kinsman of Byrhtnoth, Son of his sister, slain on the field.
Pay
I
of vengeance they paid the Vikings; 100 heard of the deed of the doughty Edward: He struck with his sword a stroke that was mighty,
Down
For
fell
the
doomed man, dead
at his feet.
this the
thane got the thanks of his leader,

fight.
Praise that
was due for his prowess in Grimly they held their ground in the
105
battle,
Strove with each other the stout-hearted heroes, Strove with each other, eager to strike
First with their darts the foe that
was doomed.
Warriors thronged, the wounded lay thick. 100 Stalwart and steady they stood about Byrhtnoth. Bravely he heartened them, bid them to win
in battle by beating the Danes. Raising his shield, he rushed at the enemy; Covered by buckler, he came at a Viking;
Glory
115
Charged him
furious, earl against churl,
Each
for the other
had
evil in store.
The sailorman
sent from the south a javelin,
Sorely wounding the war-band's leader;
He shoved
with his shield, the shaft snapped short;
120
The spear was split and sprang against him; Wroth was Byrhtnoth, reached for his weapon; Gored the Viking that gave him the wound.
Straight went the lance, strong
was
the leader;
He
thrust
it
sheer through the throat of the pirate.
125
So sure
his aim, the shot
meant death.
javelin,
Swiftly he sent
him a second
88

That crashed through
his corslet
Wounded him The poisonous

Blithe
sore through his
and cleft his bosom, woven mail.

130
spear-head stood in his heart,

for that day's
was
the leader, laughed in his breast,
Thanked
his
Lord
work.
Now
one of the pirates poised his dart;

135
Sped from his hand a spear that pierced Through and through the thane of Ethelred. There stood at his side a stripling youth; Brave was the boy; he bent o'er his lord, Drew from his better the bloody point. 'Twas Wulfmaer the youthful, son of Wulfstan; Back he hurled the hardened spear. In went the point, to earth fell the pirate
140
Who gave his master the mortal hurt. A crafty seaman crept toward the earl,
Eager to rob his armor and rings, His bracelets and gear and graven sword. 145 Then Byrhtnoth drew his blade from the sheath, Broad and blood-marked, and struck for the breast-plate. But one of the seamen stopped the warrior, Beat down the arm of the earl with his lance. Fell to the ground the gray-hilted sword; 150 No more he might grasp his goodly blade, Wield his weapon; yet words he could utter; The hoar-headed warrior heartened his men; Bade them forward to fare and be brave. 155 When the stricken leader no longer could stand, He looked to heaven and lifted his voice: "I render Thee thanks O Ruler of men, For the joys Thou hast given, that gladdened my life. Merciful Maker, now most I need, 160 Thy goodness to grant me a gracious end, That my soul may swiftly speed to Thee, Come to Thy keeping, O King of angels,
HISTORIC WAR-POEMS
Depart
in peace. I
89
pray Thee Lord

165
may not harm my spirit.'* The heathen pirates then hewed him to pieces, And both the brave men that by him stood; /Elfnoth and Wulfmaer, wounded to death, Gave their lives for their lord in the fight.
That
the fiends of hell
Then quitted the The son of Odda
field the
cowards and faint-hearts;

170
started the flight.
Godric abandoned his good lord in battle, Who many a steed had bestowed on his thane. Leaped on the horse that belonged to his leader, Not his were the trappings, he had no right to them. Both of his brothers basely fled with him, 175
Godwin and Godwy, forgetful of honor, Turned from the fight, and fled to the woods, Seeking the cover, and saving their lives. Those were with them, who would have remained 180 Had they remembered how many favors Their lord had done them in days of old. Offa foretold it, what time he arose To speak where they met to muster their forces. Many, he said, were mighty in words Whose courage would fail when it came to the fighting.
There lay on the
/Ethelred's earl;
field the lord of the people,
all
186
them saw him, His hearth-companions beheld him dead. Forward went fighting the fearless warriors, Their courage was kindled, no cowards were Their will was fixed on one or the other:
of
they;
190
To
lose their
life,
or avenge their leader
/Elfwine spoke to them, son of Êlfric,
Youthful in years, but unyielding in battle; Roused their courage, and called them to honor:
"Remember
the time
when we
talked in the mead-hall,
90
When
Deeds
bold on our benches

of daring
we boasted our
valor,
we'd do in the battle! Now we may prove whose prowess is true. My birth and my breeding I boldly proclaim: I am sprung from a mighty Mercian line. Aldhelm the alderman, honored and prosperous, He was my grandsire, great was his fame:
200
My
shall never reproach me, run from the battle, Go back to my home, and abandon my leader, My sorrow is double, Slain in the field.
people
I
who know me
to
Say
was ready
Both kinsman and Forward he threw
lord I've lost in the fight.
himself, thirsting for vengeance;
Sent his javelin straight at a pirate.

Fell with a crash his foe to the earth,
210
His life-days ended. Urging his comrades
Then onward he pushed,

to
keep
in the thick of
it.
Up
spake Offa, with ashen spear
lifted:
"Well hast thou counselled us, well hast encouraged, Noble /FAiw'me, needs must we follow thee. 215 Now that our leader lies low on the field, Needs must we steadfastly stand by each other;
Close in the conflict keeping together,
As long
as our hands can hold a weapon,
220
Good
Son
blade wield.
Godric the coward,

all.
of
Odda, deceived us
they saw
Too many
believed 'twas our lord himself
When
him
astride the war-steed proud.
His run-away ride our ranks hath broken; 225 Shame on the dastard! Shattered the shield-wall. Who caused his comrades like cowards to fly! Up spake Leofsunu, lifted his linden-wood, Answered his comrades from under his shield:
"Here Not a
I stand,
and here
shall I stay!
I'll
230
go!
foot will I flinch, but forward
HISTORIC WAR-POEMS
Vengeance
I've
vowed
is
for
my
valiant leader.
Now
that
my
friend
fallen in battle,
My
Call
people shall never reproach me, in Stourmere;
me
is
deserter,
and say
returned
fight.
235
Leaderless,
lordless,
alone from the
Better
battle-death;
boldly I welcome
Full angry he charged,
fly.
The edge and

Daring
all
the iron."
danger, disdaining to
Up
spake Dunhere, old and faithful, Shook his lance and shouted aloud, Bade them avenge the valiant Byrhtnoth: "Wreak on the Danes the death of our lord!
Unfit
Fell
240
is for vengeance who values his life." on the foe the faithful body-guard, Battle-wroth spearmen, beseeching God That they might venge the thane of .Êthelred, Pay the heathen with havoc and slaughter. The son of Ecglaf, Êscferth by name, Come of a hardy North-humbrian race,
245
He
was
their hostage,
helped
250
them manfully.
Never he faltered or flinched in the war-play; Lances a plenty he launched at the pirates, Shot them on shield, or sheer through the breast-plate; Rarely he missed them, many he wounded, 255 While he could wield his weapon in battle.
Still
Edward
the long held out at the front;
Brave and defiant, he boasted aloud That he would not yield a hair's breadth of ground, Nor turn his back where his better lay dead. 260 He broke through the shield-wall, breasted the foe, Worthily paid the pirate warriors For the life of his lord ere he laid him down. Near him ^thelric, noble comrade, Brother of Sibryht, brave and untiring, 265
Mightily fought, and
many
another;
92

Hacked
Its
the hollow shields, holding their own. Bucklers were shivered the breast-plate sang
gruesome song.
The sword
of
Offa
270
Went home
to the hilt in the heart of a Viking.
But Offa himself, soon had to pay for it, The kinsman of Gadd succumbed in the Yet ere he fell, he fulfilled his pledge,
fight.
The promise he gave

That both should
to his gracious lord,
ride to their burg together,
275
Home
He
to their friends, or fall in the battle,
Killed in war,
lay
and covered with wounds;

lord,
by
his
a loyal thane.
Mid clash of shields the shipmen came on, Maddened by battle. Full many a lance
280
Home was
Then
thrust to the heart of the
doomed.
sallied forth
Wistan, Wigelin's son;
Three of the pirates he pierced in the throng, Ere he fell, by his friends, on the field of slaughter.
Bitter the battle-rush, bravely struggled
285
thick.
Heroes in armor, while all around them The wounded dropped and the dead lay
Oswold and Eadwold all the while Their kinsmen and comrades encouraged bravely, Both of the brothers bade their friends 290 Never to weaken or weary in battle, But keep up their sword-play, keen to the end.
He was a
Up
spake Byrhtwold, brandished

tried
his ash-spear,
Lifted his shield
and true old hero, and loudly called to them:
295
"Heart must be keener, courage the hardier, Bolder our mood as our band diminisheth. Here lies in his blood our leader and comrade, The brave on the beach. Bitter shall rue it Who turns his back on the battle-field now. Here I stay; I am stricken and old;
300
HISTORIC WAR-POEMS
93
My
life is
done;
lord
I shall lay
me down
Close by
my
and comrade dear."
There cannot have [Six more lines and the MS. breaks off. been much left. The battle is over. And the words of old Byrhtwold make a fitting close for these renderings of Old English verse.
"Dark and
true
and tender
is
the north,"
and
it
dies fighting.]
PART SECOND.
FROM THE NORMAN CONQUEST TO CHAUCER
I.
HISTORY AND ROMANCE

ffiagamott
(About
1
200.)
HOW LAYAMON WROTE

(From
In the land lived a
HIS
BOOK
the Brut, about 1205)
priest, who was Layamon called, He was Leovenath's son; Lord to him be gracious, He abided at Arnley, at the great Church there Upon Severn's side, (it seemed to him good there)
Hard by to Radestone, where he read bookes. 5 It came in his mind, and he made it his purpose, To tell of the English and triumphs of old; What names the men had, and what lands they were come
from;
What
owned down from the Lord came Which quelled all men that quick here it founde, Except Noah and Shem, Japhet and Ham, And their four wives with them, who were in the
folk English-land first of all
After the deluge that
10
ark.
96
FROM NORMAN CONQUEST TO CHAUCER
So 'gan Layamon wander wide 'mongst the people, And noble books got he for guides in his labours. 15 That English book took he, made by Saint Basda, Another in Latin, left by Saint Albin, And the fair Austin, who founded our churches. A third he took likewise, and laid it among them, That a French clerk had made, Wace was he called, 20 This goodly writing he gave to the noble Eleanor, of Henry, that high King, his Queen. Layamon laid these books down, their leaves he turned over, With love he looked on them, the Lord grant him mercy, Feather took he with fingers, and fair on the book-skin [pen] The sooth words then wrote he, and set them together, 26 And these three writings he wrought into one.
Now Layamon
prayeth for God's love Almighty,

in this
Each good man who readeth words
book
written,
And heedeth this teaching He say all together:
that these holy wordes
30
For the soul of his father, who forth him broughte, For the soul of his mother, who made him a man,
And
for his
own
soul so that better befall
it.
Amen.
35
Sofort of (Slnurrstrr
In Praise of England
(From Riming
Chronicle, about 1300)
England
Set
it is
is
a right good land, I ween of

goes the sea,
all
the best.
at the world's end, afar within the west,
And
all
about
it
it
it
standeth as an
except
it
isle.
Its foes
thus needs fear the
less,
be through guile
ROBERT OF GLOUCESTER
97
5
On part of folk of its own

From North
mile,
to
land, as hath been seen erstwhile.
South
it
stretches out in length eight
hundred
Two
hundred miles from East

extends;
to
West
in
breadth the land
is to say, and not as at one end. Engeland of all good thinges see; 10 If only folk will spoil them not, or other worse years be. For Engeland is full enough of fruit and eke of treen, Of woodes and of parkes most joyful to be seen; Of fowles and of beastes, both wild and tame also; Of salt fish and of fresh fish, of rivers fair thereto; Of wells both sweet and cold enough, of pasture and of mead; 15 Of ore of silver and of gold, of tin and eke of lead; Of steel, of iron, and of brass, of coin in great plenty; Of wheat and eke of wool, so good none better may there be. Waters it hath enough also; before all others three, As arms are these out of the land, and reaching to the sea. 20 By them the ships may come from sea and out their way may
In the mid-land, that

Plenty one
may
in
trace,
And
bring inland enough of goods, well nigh every place.
Severn,
and Thames, and Humber,

hath been
so
these
three
rivers
stand;
And
in the midst, as
said, there lyeth the
pure land.
NORMAN AND ENGLISH

(From
the same)
Thus came, lo Engeland into Normandy's hand, And the Normans could speak then naught but
speech,
their
own
And spoke French as at home, and their children did So high men of this land, that of Norman blood come,
teach,
98
Keep them all to that speech that they had at their home. 5 a man know not French, small store men by him set, But low men hold to English and to their own speech yet. I ween that there beeth in the world countries none That hold not to their own speech but England alone. And well do I wot to know both well it is, 10 For the more a man knows the more worth he is.
If
Slaturwre mutot
(About
1
300-1 3 52)
THE BATTLE OF HALIDON HILL

Listen, Lordings,
if
Hear
of the battle of
you will Halidon
Hill.
True King Unto thee
that sitteth
I tell
on thy throne,
5
my
tale,
.
And
unto thee I bid a boon,

of all
For thou art balm
my
bale.
As thou hast made the earth and moon, And beasts and foules great and smale, Unto me send thy succour soon
Direct
my
deedes in this dale.

[pine]
10
In this dale I droup and dare For evil deeds that cost me dear, For England had my heart great care, When Edward went at first to were. The men of France were bold to fare Against him with the shield and spear;
[war]
15
They turned again with
sides sair
And
all their
pomp
not worth a pear.
LAWRENCE MINOT
99
[sometimes]
pear
is
more
of price sometide
Than They
Normandie. sent their ships on ilka side With flesh and wine and wheat and rye; With heart and hand, 'tis not denied, For to help Scotland gan they hie, They fled and durst no deed abide And all their boast not worth a flye.
all
the boast of
20
25
For all their boast they durst not fight, For dint of death they had such dout, Of Scotland had they never sight Although they were of wordes stout. They would have magnified their might And troubled were they there about.
[har]
30
Now God help Edward in his Amen and all his ready rout.
His ready rout
right,
may
Jesu speed.
35
And
save them both by night
and day;
That Lord of Heaven may Edward lead, And him maintain as well He may, The Scotchmen now all wide will sprede
For they have
failed of their prey,
all for
[disperse]
40
Now
are they daunted
drede
That were before
so stout
and gay.
Gay
they were and well they thought
Moray and others stout; They said it should full dear be bought The land whence they were driven out.
Earl
Philip Valois wordes wrought,
On
45
And
But
said he should their foeman stay;

all
these
words they went

or
for
naught
50
Words must be meet
weak
are they.
IOO

More menaces they boasting cry, Bad fortune may they have for meed; And many a night awake they lie To harm all England by their deed; But low is now that pride so high Of those that were so stout on steed;
55
And some
Not
far
of them all naked lie from Berwick upon Tweed.
little from that selfsame town, Halidon Hill that is the name, There was cracked many a crown
60
Of the wild Scot and eke of tame. Then was their banner borne all down, To make such boasts they were to blame;
But natheless aye are they boune To hurt England with sorrow and shame.
[ready]
65
Shame
they have as I here say;

is
At Dundee now
done
their dance,
And wend
they must another
way
70
Even through Flanders
into France.
On
And
Philip Valois fast cry they.

for to dwell
list
There
and him advance.
nothing
they
now
to play
Since them befell this sorry chance.
This sorry chance hath them o'erthrown, For they were false and wondrous fell; For cursed caitiffs are they known
75
And
Sir
full of
treason, sooth to
tell.
John Comyn had they struck down, In holy kirk they did him quell; So many a Scottish bride makes moan With dolour dight there must they dwell,
[kill]
80
[griej-stricketi]
LAWRENCE MINOT
There dwelled our king, the sooth With his menie a little while;
to sayn,
IOI
[company]
gave good comfort on that plain all his men about a mile. Although his men were mickle of main, [great Ever they doubted them of guile; They Scottish gauds might nowise gain
He To
85
of might]
For
all
they stumbled at that
stile.
90
They came not from that strife alive That were before so proud in prese, [the Jesu, for thy woundes five, In England help us to have peace.
post of danger]
PRAYER FOR KING EDWARD

(From
How
Edward
the
King came
to
Brabant.)^
God
that shaped both sea and sand, Save Edward, King of Engeland, Both body, soul, and life, And grant him joy withouten strife; For many men 'gainst him are wroth In France and in Flanders both, For he defendeth fast his right
And
thereto Jesu grant him might, That he may do so night and day That it may be for Goddes pay.
[satisfaction]
10
SONG OF THE SCOTTISH MAIDENS AFTER THE BATTLE OF BANNOCKBURN

(i3 J 4)
Maidens of Engelande sore may ye mourn For the loss of your true-loves at Bannockes burn! With heve-a-lowe!
102

of
What? Weened the King To have gotten Scotland?
Engelande
With rumbylowe!
Soljn
larfuwr
(About 1316-1395)
FREEDOM
(From The Bruce)
Ah! Freedom
is
a noble thing!
[his wish]
Freedom makes man to have liking; Freedom all solace to man giveth,
He
liveth at ease that freely liveth.
may have no ease, have naught else that may him please, If freedom fail'th; for free liking Is yearned for o'er all other thing. Nay, he that aye has lived free
noble heart
May
May
The
not
know
well the propertie,
I0
anger, nay, the wretched
doom
That coupled is to foul thraldome, But if he had assayed it
Then all perforce he should it wit; And should think freedom more to Than all the gold in world that is. Thus contrar thinges evermore
Disclosers of the tother are.
[know]
prize
15
SIR
ORPHEO
IO3
(14th Century)
We read full oft and find y-writ As clerkes wise make us to wit, Those lays that have for men's harping Been made of many a noble thing: Some are of weal; and some of woe, Some of joy and mirth also. Some of jest and ribaldry, And some there are of faerie; Of traitors some, and some of guile, Or some mishap that chanced erstwhile: Of all the things that men may see Most fit to praise forsooth they be.
In Brittany these lays were wrought,
first were made, and thence were brought Of aventures that fell in days Wherof the Britons make their lays. And when they wished to glorify
10
There
15
Their aventures
in
days gone by,

20
They took their harps with glee and game And made a lay and did it name. Of aventures that did befall
I can
tell
some but nowise

be
all.
Harken,
lordlings, that
true,
And
I will tell of Sir
Orphew.
25
tall,
Orpheo was a
riche King,
And
in his time a great lording;

fair
most
man
both large and
And
courteous and brave withal.
His father was come of King Pluto,
104
FROM NORMAN CONQUEST TO CHAUCER And

his
mother came
Who
in old times as
of Queen Juno, gods were holden
30
For deeds they did and words they tolden. Orpheo most of anything, Loved the music of harping; Certain was every good harp6ur From him to have most high hon6ur.
Right well himself he loved to harp, And gave thereto his wittes sharp;
35
He
learned so that there was none,
Who Man
Who,
could harp better 'neath the sun.

in this
40
world was never born,
And
if he Orpheo sat beforn, once might of his harping hear, But he should thinke that he were In one of the joys of Paradis, Such music in his harping is.
45
Orpheo
lived in Crassens,
city that is of noble defence,
He hath
That
a queen
is
full fair of pris,
[price]
called
fairest
The
Dame Erodys, woman for the nones
50
[in
her time]
That might be made of flesh and bones, Full of all love and of goodness,
No man may
It befel in
tell
of her fairness.
time of May,
55
That
merry and pleasing the summer's day, Away have gone the winter's showers,
is
And
O'er
every field
all
is full
of flowers,
Of blossoms
That
this
springing on the bough,
the land
'tis merry enow, same Queen, Dame Erodys,
60
Took with her maidens two of And walked in the undertide
pris,
[morning]
To To
play within her orchard-side,

see the flowers spread
and
spring,
65
SIR
ORPHEO
sing.
105
And
Then down
and hear the sweet birds they seated them all Fairly beneath an ympe tree,
see
full
three,
[grafted tree]
And
soon that fairest queen,
Fell fast asleep
upon the green,
70
The maidens
durst not her awake,
But round her they 'gan merry make,
And let her sleep till afternoon When the undertide was gone; And as soon as she gan wake
She cried and lothly 'gan her make, Her hands and eke her feet she tore,
[to
75
make
herself
look frightful]
And
Her
scratched her
till
she bled
full sore;
clothing rich she all to-rent,
All wild out of her wittes went;
80
The maidens two that They durst no longer
sat beside,
there abide,
But straightway sought the castle hail And told both knights and squires all, How that their Queen away would go. The knights went out, and ladies too, And demoiselles fifty and many mo To fetch her as they fain would do.
Into the orchard ran they out
85
[more]
And took her in their armes stout, And brought her to her bed at last And therein held her down full fast;
But
still
90
she cried in angry mood,

[mad]
And rent herself as she were wode. When heard the King this dread tiding, He was never so woe for any thing. The King came with his knightes keen
Into the chamber to his Queen,
for her had he great pitie. "Sweet heart," he said, "how may That thou who ever wert so still,
95
[bold]
And
this be,
100
106

Shouldst
now
cry out so loud
and
shrill?
Thy body
that
was white
is
beforn,
Now
Alas!
with thy nails

all
rent
and
torn.
thy cheeks which were so red
Are now
wan and
grey as lead,
fair,
And
Alas!
thy dainty fingers
Pallid
now and bloody
are.
thy lovely eyen too
Look on me
as on a foe. Ladie dear, I crave mercfe, Let be all this rueful cry,
tell to me what thing, and how, any thing, may help thee now." Still grows the lady at the last, While she began to weep full fast, Saying, while yet the tears would flow,
no
And
If
115
"Alas!
my
since
lord,
Sir
Orpheo,
plighted troth
Never
we two
Was
either with the other wroth,
120
Yet ever hast thou loved me, With all mine heart so have I thee; And now we twain shall part in two Do thy best, yet I must go.'' "Alas!" he said, "my life is bare, Unto whom goest thou and where? Where thou comest thou shalt with me, Whither thou goest I will with thee."
"Sir," said she, "it
I'll tell
125
may
not be thus,
thee
how
it is
with us.
130
As
I lay this undertide
Asleep upon the orchard-side,
Two
gallant knights
came
to
me
there,
Arrayed in richest garments fair, And bade me come without letting, To speak unto their lord the king. Right boldly then I answered there
135
SIR
ORPHEO
107
'Nor will I come, nor do I dare.' At the word they did depart, Then came their King so blithe of With a thousand knights and mo
heart,
140
And
And
fifty fair ladies also,
all on snow-white steeds snow-white also were their weeds, Never, in faith, since I was born
A-riding
145
came me beforn. The King a crown had on his head, 'Twas not of silver, nor gold so red, All it was of precious stone, As bright as sun forsooth it shone.
Knights so
fair
150
sought,
He stayed for naught but straight me And willy, nilly, me he caught, And he made me with him to ride
And
a white palfrey by his side, brought me in to his palys, Right well bedight it was I wis.
On
[palace]
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He showed me
Rivers,
castles, halls
fields
and towers,
flowers,
meadows,
and
And And
Back
his forests every one;

after,
back he brought me home,
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into our
own
orchard,
And
said to
me
this afterward:
'Look tomorrow that thou be Here beneath this ympe tree; And if thou makest any let, Where'er thou be thou shalt be fet, And' to tear thy limbes all, Shall help thee naught whate'er befall,
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[fetched]
And
although thou be all torn Yet away shalt thou be borne.' " When the King he heard this "Out!" he said, "alas! alas!
I
170
case,
had rather
lose
my
life
108

Than
to lose the
Queen my wife!"
1
Counsel he asked of many man But of them all none help him can. The hour came, the morrow's sun, The King hath put his armour on, Two hundred knights he takes with him, Fully armed, stout and grim: Out then with the Queen went he Into the orchard 'neath the tree; Then did they watch on every side, And planned that there they would abide, Resolved to suffer death and woe, E'er that the Queen from them should go.
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180
185
But shortly then did
it
befall,
all,
As
the
Queen
sat
among them
The And
fairy took that lady fair
she was gone no man wist where Crying and weeping there was als6,
190
The King gan to his chamber go, He fell adown upon the stone, And made great dole and mickle moan,
Well nigh he had himself yschent He saw there was no amendement.
[disgraced]
195
He sent for earl and for bar6un, And other lords of great renown,
And, when they all together were, "Lordes," he said, " assembled here, I set mine steward of mine hall To keep my landes over all.
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Now my Queen
The
is left
forlorn,
best ladie that e'er

will I
was born;
see,
No more
And And
woman
205
In wilderness
now
will I be,
there abide in woodlands hoar

in the wilds forevermore.
Then when
ye
know
have
left all,
SIR
ORPHEO
109
210
Ye straight a parliament shall call, And ye shall chose you a new King, And do your best in everything."
Great sorrow then was in the hall, Weeping and crying 'mongst them all, And there might neither old nor young 215 For weeping speak a word with tongue. [logelher\ They kneeled all a-down i-fere, And begged him if his will it were, That he would never from them go, "Away!" he said, "I will not so." 220
Then all his kindred he forsook And unto him a sclaveyn took, He would have no other hood;
[hair-shirt]
Hose, nor shoe, nor other good; Only his harp he took, and straight He journeyed barefoot through the gate. No man there must with him go,
Alas!
there weeping
225
was and woe.

230
He that was King and bare the crown, Went out so poorly from the town,
Into the wild he takes his road,
Both through the heath and through the wood. Nothing he hath to give him ease, But ever lives in great malaise. [discomfort] In the rough wood he nights must pass, 235 And cover him with herb and grass;
He
that
had a great
plentie,
Meat, and drink, and dignitie, Now must dig and grub at will Ere of roots he gets his fill. In summer on the haws he lives, That midst her leaves the hawthorne In winter, by the root and rind, For other thing he may not find.
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gives;
He was
all
shrunken, shriveled, pale,
245
IIO

With beating
rain,
tell
and cutting
hail;
No man
could
the travail sore
and towers, and flowers, 250 Nothing that likes him now had he, [pleases him] Naught but wild beasts that from him flee,
halls
He had endured ten He that had castles,
years or more.
Forests, rivers, fields,
His matted beard has shaggy grown, Below his girdle has it gone. He taketh harp and maketh glee, And lies all night beneath a tree.
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day,
When bright and clear there dawns the He takes his harp and makes no stay,
Amidst the wood he sits him down And tunes his harp with a merry soun,
260
And
harps
all after his
own
will;
shrill.
Through
all
the
wood
it
ringeth
The savage
beasts that there are found
For joy about him gather round,
And
all
the
little
birds that were,
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For joy they come about him there
To
listen to that
harping
fine,
So mickle joy there was therein. His harping when he laid aside, Nor bird, nor beast would then abide, But all together they are flown,
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And
leave
him
there to
sit
alone.
Often saw he him beside, In the heat of summer-tide, The Fairy King with all his rout,
275
Come
a-hunting
all
about.
With shout and merry din they go And noise of hound and horn also;
And And
yet forsooth,
no beast they
slay,
Nor knows he where they

other whiles he
take their way.

espye,
280
may
SIR
ORPHEO
III
mighty hunt go passing by,

forest ride.
Full two hundred knights of pride
Armed through the Some while he saw
other thing,
285
Knights and ladies come riding With raiment bright and courtly grace, Moving all with easy pace, Tabors and pipes with them there be, And every kind of minstrelsy,
290
And
ladies too there
come
riding,
Jolie they were in everything, Gentle and gay they were I wis,
Nor no man
there
among them
is.
on hand did each one bear, And hawking went by the rivere, Of game they found the favorite haunt,
Pheasant, hern, and cormorant.
Hawk
295
The
birds from out the river flew,
And
every
hawk
his
quarry slew.
300
That Orpheo saw in merry mood, As underneath the bough he stood;

"Parfay," he said, "there is good game, Thither will I, in Goddes name." Such sport was he wont to see,
305
So up he rose and there came he. One lady there he came unto, He searched her face and form also, Right well he knew it was, I wis, His own ladie, Dame Erodys
310
He saw
her plain and she
him
eke,
Yet ne'er a word did either speak. For him she did so poor espy That sometime was so rich and high,
The And And
tears ran
down her
face, I wis,
his,
315
looking on her so did
then
away they made her
ride,
112

For there no longer she might bide. "Alas!" he said, "and woe is me! Why will not death come suddenly, Wretch that I am! O, that I might Die now, when I have seen this sight!
Alas!
too long lasteth
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my
life,
may speak not with my wife, Nor she with me a word may speak! Alas! why will my heart not break!
Since I
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Parfay!
he said, whate'er betide,
I will see
where those
ladies ride,
go a sloe." His sclavyne put he on his back And took his harp right as he spak,
in that
And
way
I too will
life
I care not for
my
[berry 0} the
330
blackthorn]
And
swiftly after them is gone, Over stock and over stone.

ride,
In at the rock the ladies
335
not bide
He went straight after, he would When he was into the rock y-go
Full three mile
and some deal mo,

fair countray,
He came
It
unto a
was as bright as any day. Neither hill nor dale was seen, All was lawn full fair and green, Midst it a castle met his eye, Noble and rich, and wondrous high, Over all the topmost wall Shone as doth the clear crystal,
340
345
And
the towers that were there

fair;
Were gaily set with pearles The farthest rising from the
ditch
Was
The
all
of gold
and
silver rich;
350
them broad Was all of divers metals made; Within a wondrous dwelling wide
front that stood amidst
SIR
ORPHEO
all glorified.
113
With gold and gems
So fair the palace shone by night That all the town was full of light, Those riche stones so fairly shone They were as bright as any sun,
355
No man
The The
might
tell,
nor think in thought,
riches that therein
were wrought.
360
ladies at the castle light,
He
followed swiftly as he might;
Orpheo knocked at the gate, Ready the porter was thereat, And asked him "what wilt thou so?"
a minstrallo, I bring thee solace with my glee, That thou the merrier may be." He then undid the castle gate,
I
365
[music]
"Parfay!
am
And let him in the palace straight. About looked Orpheo over all, He saw folk sit beneath the wall; And some that had been brought thereto, They seemed dead yet were not so, And there among them lay his wife, That he loved as his owne life; She lay beneath an ympe tree,
By her look he wist Then forth he went
'twas she.
into the hall,
all.
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375
There was great joy amongst them The riche King was seated there, And Orpheo gave him greeting fair;
Beside him sate a Queene bright,
380
Hardly of her he had a sight. When he had looked on all this
thing,
385
He kneeled down And asked him if

That he
before the King,

his will
it were would hear.
his minstrelsy
114

Then
said the King:
into
"And what
is
art thou,
Who come
Have
my
presence
now?
390
Myself nor none that

Since I this kingdom
with me,
ever yet sent after thee.
first began found so brave a man Who hither dared to come or wend Save that I after him should send." "Sir," he said, "I trow full weel,
I have not
395
I hold
it
sooth,
sir,
every deal,
all
It is the
custom of us
To come to every lordes hall, And though we may not welcome

Proffer
400
be,
we must our game
or glee."
Before the King he sat him down,
And And
took his harp of merry soun,

straightway as
full
well he can,
405
Many
blithe notes he then began.

sat full
still,
The King looked up and
To hear his harping he had good will. When he had ceased from his harping,
Then
said to
him
that riche King:
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"Minstrel,
me
liketh well thy glee;
Whatever thing thou ask

Freely
of me,
now
I will thee pay,
Therefore, ask now, and assay."
"Lord," he
If that
it
said,
shall
"I beg of thee, your pleasure be,

[hue]
415
Give
me
that lady bright of ble,
That lies beneath yon ympe tree." "Nay," he said, "that may I ne'er, For ye would be a sorry pair; Thou art all shaggy rough and black, And she is made withouten lack.
420
foule thing
it
were
to see,
To
put her in thy companie."
SIR
ORPHEO
115
425
"Lord," he said, "thou riche King, were yet a fouler thing, To hear a lying word from thee, As though thou promised nought to me, Saying thou'd give me what I would A Kinges word must needs hold good." "Thou sayest sooth," the King said than, "Forsooth thou art a true man. I will well that it be so, Take her by the hand, and go.
It
430
I will that thou of her be blithe."
435
times]
And him he thanked many a sythe. [many He took her by the hand anon,
With
right
good
will they out are
gone
grace;
And fast they hied from that palace, And went their way through Goddes
Into the wilds they both are gone,
440
And And
O'er holt and heath they journey on. so they take their way full fast,
to Crassens they come at last. That sometime was his own citie, But no man wist that it was he. With beggar poor of humblest life
445
space he tarried with his wife.
He asked tidings of the land, And who the kingdom had in hand. The humble beggar in his cote,
Answering, told him every grote;
450
How that the Queen was fetched away To the land of faerie on a day,
And how
But
to
the King did after go, what place no man can know.
455
The Steward, he says, the land doth hold; So many tidings he them told. The morrow at the noone tide Sir Orpheo bade his Queen there bide,
460
Il6
FROM NORMAN CONQUEST TO CHAUCER He

took his harp and right anon
is
Into the town he straight
gone.
And when he came to the Many a man him came to
citie,
see,
fair,
Men and
Gathered
wives and maidens

fast to see
465
him there; And marvelled much as him they view, How thick the moss upon him grew; "His beard is grown right to his knee, His body is withered as a tree."
470
Then
his
Passing
own Steward in state adown
did he meet,
the street,
And Orpheo fell upon his knee And said: "Lord help, for charitie,
minstrel I of Heathenesse,
in this distress."
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Lord help me now
The Steward said: "With me come home, And of my goods thou shalt have some,
For Orpheo's sake once Lord to me, All minestralles shall welcome be." Anon they went into the hall, The Steward and the lordes all. The Steward washed, and went to meat, And all the lordes down were set, Then was there music in the hall, But Orpheo sat against the wall. When all are still, the music done, He took his harp of sounding tone, And fast on it he played the glee; The Steward looked, and 'gan to see, For well he knew that harp most blithe; "Minstrel," he said, "as thou mayst thrive, How gottest thou that harp, and where? Now for thine honor tell me fair." "Lord, in an uncouth land," he said, [unknown] "I found it in a forest glade;
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485
490
495
SIR
I
ORPHEO
117
saw a man grown thin and pale, beside him in a dale, Now it must be ten winters gone." The Steward cried, and made great moan, "It was my Lord, Sir Orpheo, Ah! that he e'er did from us go." The King beheld the Steward than, And wist he was a right true man; To him he said without lying,
It lay
500
505
"Sir, I
am
Orpheo, the King.
Here
to the outskirts of the town,
I've brought
my
gentle lady
down."
found,
The lords all start that sit around, Then wist they that the King was
510
With music and processioun, They fetched the Queen into the town. A good life lived they afterward, And after them reigned the Steward. Thus came they out of all their care,
515
God And
give us grace as well to fare!

all
that
list
to this talking
In heaven's bliss be their dwelling! Amen, amen, for charitie,
Lord grant us
that
it
so
may
be.
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THE SEASONS
(From
Sir
Gawayne and
the
Green Knight.
About 1370)
(Author unknou n)
For the Yule-tide had yielded, and the year after And each several season ensued after other. Thus after Christmas came crabbed Lent-time, That affords fish for flesh, and food the most simple. Eut then the world's weather with winter is warring;
Il8
Winter withdraws himself, white clouds uplift; Soft descendeth the rain in showers full warm, They fall on fair fields and the flowers are showing, Both the ground and the grove now with green are arrayed,
Birds bestir them to build, and bravely are singing
10
For solace
of
summer ensuing
thereafter
On bank. blossoms bud and blow On hedge-rows rich and rank, And noble notes enow Are heard in woodlands dank.
And
Then comes
the season of
15
summer,
in soft breezes bathed,
Breezes that breathe themselves into seedling and herbage,
When
is the blossom that bloometh therefrom, dews drip down from the leaves, 20 Biding the blissful beams of the bright sunne. Next harvest hies him, and hardens the grain, He warns it ere winter to wax full ripe;
Blithesome, in truth,
the drenching
The dust From the
of the drought he driveth aloft,
face of the fields

of the welkin
it flies
full
high;
Wild winds
war with the sunne, The leaves of the woodland lie low on the ground, And all grey is the grass that all green was so lately. Then all ripens and rotteth that rose up in flower, To know winter is nearing now need we to tell us
25
No
Till
sage
30
Michaelmas' moon
Hath come with winter's gage Then thinks Gawayne full soon Of his dread pilgrimage.
GA WAYNE'S JOURNEY
II9
SIR
GAWAYNE'S JOURNEY
(From the same)
Now wends he his way through the wild tracts of Logres

Sir
[England\
Gawayne on God's
hest,
and no game he thought
it.
Oft alone he alights, and lies down at night-fall Where he found not before him fare to his liking. O'er field and in forest, no friend but his horse, No comrade but God for counsel had he, Till at length he draws near to the land of North Wales. All Anglesey's isles on the left hand he leaves, And fares o'er the fording hard by the foreland, Over at Holy-head, till he had journeyed To Warrai's wilderness, where few are dwelling Who God or man with good hearts regard. Fain would he find from men that he met with News of a Knight in that neighborhood dwelling Who garbed him in green, or of a green chapel. All denied him with "nay", saying not in a lifetime Wist they ever a wight that was of such hues
10
15
Of green. The Knight rode ways most strange, The rocky banks between, And oft his cheer doth change, [expression]
Ere he that church hath seen.
20
Many
cliffs
he climbed over in countries far distant;

over,
As out-cast, cut off from companions, he rides. At each way through the water where he crossed He a foe found before him, but phantom it was, So foul and so fell that to fight it behoved him.
25
So many a marvel in these mountains he findeth, 'Twere tedious to tell the tenth of those wonders. Now with serpents he struggles, and strives with wolves
also,
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Satyrs sometimes assail him, strange shapes from the rocks, 30 Both with bulls and with bears, and with boars otherwhiles,
Or with monsters that meet him, huge men of the fells. He was fearless, unfalt'ring and faithful to God, Or he doubtless had died, for death threatened him oft.
But war he could wage,
yet the winter
was worse,
35
When the cold chilling waters, from storm-clouds down pouring

on the fallow beneath. armour, More nights than enough on the naked rocks, While clattering o'er the cliff the cold brook comes down, And high o'er his head hard icicles hang. Thus in perils and pains and plights the most hard, Till Christmas eve cometh, he keepeth alone His quest
freeze ere they
fell
Would
Near
slain with the sleet, he slept in his
40
Humbly
the Knight, that tide,

Blest,
Besought of Mary
45
That she his way would guide Unto some place of rest.
At morn by a mountain he merrily rideth, Through a woodland full wild that was wondrous and deep, High hills on each hand, with a holt stretching under 50 Of hoar oaks full huge, a hundred together; And tangled thickets of thorn and of hazel, With shaggy robes of rough ragged mosses; Many birds sit unblithely on the bare twigs, on Gringolet rideth beneath them Through mire and marshes a man all alone, Perturbed in his toil lest to him t'were forbidden To share in His service, who, on that same night, Was born of a maid, all our sorrows to cure. Therefore sighing he said: "I beseech Thee, O Lord, And Mary, mildest mother so dear, Some shelter to show me, some spot to hear mass,
rider
And The
piteously pipe for pain of the cold.
55
60
POEMA MORALE
121
And And
thy matins at morn, this meekly I beg, thus promptly I pray, my Pater, and Ave,
65
And
Creed."
So as he rode he prayed,
And mourned for his misdeed, The holy sign he made, And said: "Christ's Cross me
speed."
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II.
MORAL AND RELIGIOUS VERSE

POEMA MORALE
(Before 1200)
am now
older than I was, in

I did:
wisdom and
were but
in lore,
I wield
more power than
my wisdom
more.
Too
long have I been a child in
in heed. Yet though I am in winters old, Methinks my life a useless one, like that I've always led; And when I ponder on it well, full sorely do I dread, For almost all that I have done befits unto childhood,
word and eke too young am I
in deed;
And
very late have
me
bethought, unless
God
helps to good.
words since I to speak was able, Full many deeds I've done that now seem most unprofitable. 10 And almost all that I once liked is hateful now to me;
I've
idle
spoken many
Who
I
follows over
in truth
much
his will, himself deceiveth he.
have better done had my ill-luck been less; Now that I would, I can no more for age and helplessness. Old Age his foot-step on me stole ere I his coming wist; 15 I could not see before me for the dark smoke and the mist. Laggards we are in doing good, in evil all too bold; Men stand in greater fear of man than of the Christ of old. Who doth not well the while he may, repenting oft shall rue The day when men shall mow and reap what they erstwhile
might
did strew.
20
122
A LOVE LETTER
(Before 1226)
maid of Christ entreateth me That I for her a love-rune write
By which most plainly she may see The way to choose a faithful knight; One that to her shall loyal be And guard and keep her by his might.
Never
will I
deny her
plea,
delight.
To
teach her this be
my
Maiden, thou mayest well behold
How
this world's love is
but a race
10
Beset with perils manifold

Fickle and ugly, weak and base. Those noble knights that once were bold As breath of wind pass from their place, Under the mold now lie they cold, They wither and they leave no trace.
15
There's none so rich, nor none so free, But that he soon shall hence away.
Nothing may ever

Gold, nor
silver,
Though flee, Nor shield his life for a single day. Thus is this world, as thou may'st see,
Like to the shadow that glides away.
his warrant be, nor ermine gay. swift, his end he may not
20
A LOVE LETTER
This world all passes as the wind, one thing comes, another flies;
before,
is
23
25
When
What was What was
held dear,
now behind; we now despise.

30
Therefore he does as doth the blind That in this world would claim his prize.
This world decays, as ye may find; Truth is put down and wrong doth
rise.
The love that may not here abide, Thou dost great wrong to trust to now;
E'en so
it
soon shall from thee
glide, I trow,
tide,
35
and brittle, and slight, Changing and passing with every

'Tis false,
While it lasts it is sorrow enow; At end, man wears not robe so wide But he shall fall as leaf from bough.
40
Paris and Helen, where are they That were so bright and fair of face? Amadas, Tristram, did they stay, Or Iseult with her winsome grace?
Could mighty Hector death
delay,
45
Or Caesar, They from
high in pride of place?

this earth
field,
As sheaf from
and
have slipped away left no trace.
They are as though they never were, Of them are many wonders said,
50
And
it
is
pity for to hear
How
these were slain with tortures dread,

alive they suffered here;
And how
Their heat is turned to cold instead, Thus doth the world but false appear,
The
foolish trust
it,
55
lo!
'tis
sped.
124

For though a mighty man he were
As Henry, England's king by birth, Though he as Absalom were fair, Whose peer lived not in all the earth,
Yet of his pride he's soon stripped bare, At last he'll fetch not a herring's worth, Maid, if thou mak'st true love thy care I'll show. thee a love more true than earth.
60
Ah! maiden sweet,
if
thou but knew

of hue,
light,
65
All the high virtues of this knight!
He
is fair
and bright
Mild, with face of shining
be loved and trusted too, Gracious, and wise beyond man's sight, Nor through him wilt thou ever rue,
Meet
to
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If
thou but trust in his great might.
He
As
All
is
the strongest in the land;
can tell with mouth, beneath his hand, East, and West, and North, and South; Henry, King of Engelland,
far as
man
men
lie
75
He
holds of
him and
to
him boweth
80
His messenger, at his command, His love declares, his truth avow'th.
Speak'st thou of buildings raised of old,
Wrought by the wise king Solomon, Of jasper, sapphires, and fine gold,
And
of
many
another stone?
His home is Than I can

If
fairer
tell to
by many fold any one;
85
'Tis promised, maid, to thee of old,
thou wilt take him for thine own.
A LOVE LETTER
It stands
25
upon foundations sound,

90
So
built that they shall never fall;
Nor miner sap them underground, Nor shock e'er shake the eternal wall; Cure for each wound therein is found,
Bliss, joy,
and song,
fill
all
that hall.
The
Are
joys that do therein

thine,
abound thou may'st possess them
95
all.
There friend from friend shall never part, There every man shall have his right; No hate is there, no angry heart, Nor any envy, pride or spite; But all shall with the angels play In peace and love in heavenly light. Are they not, maid, in a good way, Who love and serve our Lord aright?
100
Him
can no
is
man
ever see
105
His great might, And not with the blessed be When he knows the Lord of light.
in
As He
With Him
all is joy and glee, day without a night. Will he not most happy be
He
is
no
Who may
abide with such a knight?
This writing, maiden that I send, Open it, break seal and read; Wide unroll, its words attend, Learn thou by heart each part with speed. Then straight to other maidens wend And teach it them to meet their need; Whoso shall learn it to the end In sooth 'twill stand him in good stead.
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120
126

And when thou sittest sorrowing, Draw forth the scroll I send thee
With sweet
soft voice its
here,
message sing, And do its bidding with good cheer. To thee this does His greeting bring; Almighty God would have thee near; He bids thee come to His wedding, There where he sits in Heaven's high sphere.
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THE DEBATE OF THE BODY AND THE SOUL

(13th Century)
As once I lay in winter's night, Sunk deep in sleep before the day, Methought I saw a wondrous sight; Upon a bier a body lay. It once had been a wilful Knight,
Scant service he to God did pay; Clean lost had he his lifes light, The ghost was out and must away.
When
It
the ghost
it
needs must go,

it
turned aside and near

it
stood;
10
Beheld the body
came
fro
Most sorrowful in frightened mood. It said: "Woe! woe! and welawoe!
Woe
worth thy
flesh,
thy foule blood,

15
[passionate]
Wretched body, why liest thou so That wert but now so wild and wode ? wont to ride and out, Famed for prowess far and wide, As a lion fierce and proud,
that once wert
in
"Thou
High on horseback
20
BODY AND SOUL

Where is all thy mighty And thy voice that rang
pride,
27
so loud,
Why
liest
thou
stript
whate'er betide,
Stretched within that wretched shroud?
"Where
is
now
thy broidered weed,
25
Thy Thy Thy And

For
pillows soft, thy

palfreys
sumptuous bed?
battle-steed
and thy
Which
at thy side thy Squire led?
crying
the
hawks of chosen breed, hounds that thou hast fed?
30
Methinks,
all
God
recks not of thy need,

fled.
thy friends are from thee

are thy castles
"Where
and thy towers,

35
Thy chambers and
thy stately halls,
Painted with many-coloured flowers,
And thy costly garments all? Thy downy quilts and covertures, Thy sandals and thy purple palls? Wretch! full dark is now thy bower,
To-morrow thou
therein shalt fall!"
40
Now when the ghost with gruesome cheer [expression] Thus had made his mournful moan, The corpse, stretched stark upon the bier,
A
Its
ghastly thing thus

sick thing
said:
left
alone,
head and neck did

it
strait
uprear;
45
[companion]
As a
'gan to groan,
art thou
And
"Where
now,
my fere,
gone ?
My
ghost, that quite art
from
me
"God shaped thee in His image fair, And gave to thee both wit and skill; He trusted me unto thy care
50
To
guide according to thy
will.
128

In witchcrafts foul
I had no share, what was good nor ill,
Nor
But
wist I
like
dumb
beast thy yoke I bare
55
And
as thou bad'st I
must
fulfill.
" Placed thy pleasures to
fulfill,
Both at even and at morn, I was in thy keeping still
From
the time that thou wast born.

ill,
60
Thou, that knewest good and
Surely should'st have judged beforn
Of my pride, my foolish will; Now alone thou liest forlorn."
The ghost it said: "Body, be Where learned'st thou this moral Givest thou me harsh words and
still,
65
air?
ill
And
liest like
swollen wine-skin there?

fill
Thinkest thou, wretch, though thou shalt
With thy foul flesh a noisome lair, That from the deeds thou didest ill Thou shalt be freed, nor judgment bear?
"Thinkest now thy rest to win Where thou liest rotting in the clay? Though thou be rotten bone and skin,
70
75
And blowen
with the wind away,

in
Yet limb and joint thou shalt come Again to me on doomesday, Together we shall pass within
To
Court, to take our bitter pay.
80
"You to my sway did God commit, But when you thought on evil deed, Hard in your teeth you held the bit,
And
did
all
things that I forbede.
BODY AND SOUL

Sin you obeyed, you drew to
it,
29
85
and shame, and lust, and greed; I fought you hard with strength and wit, But aye you followed your own rede.
ease,
To
"I bade you mind your spirit's need; But matins, mass, and evensong
90
You put aside for other deed, And called them vain, with foolish tongue. To wood and field you chose to speed, Or run to Court to do men wrong;
Except for pride or greater meed Small good you did your whole life long."
95
The Body,
answering, said
to lay,
its
say:
in this,
"O
Soul!
thou hast done wrong

lost the
All the
blame on me
I go,
Now
thou hast
highest bliss.
100
Where did Where sat,
by wood or way,
or stood, or did amiss,
But 'neath thine eye I went each day; Well knowest thou the truth of this.
"I should have been but as the sheep, like the dumb and herded kine, That eat, and drink, and sprawl, and sleep,
105
Or
And
passed
my
pain
like slaughtered swine;
Gold had
I never cared to keep,
Nor known that water was not wine, Nor been thrust down to hell's black deep,
But
for thee,
no
Soul, the
fault
was
thine."
130

"There is no doubt was always me to bare: Needs must this be, I was without Or hand or foot wert thou not there:
ghost replied:
The
Thy
part
115
Save as thou carriedst me about I could do naught, nor least act share;
I
must before thee bend devout,

aught
else I did not dare.
To do
120
"Of one woman born and bred, Body, thou and I were twain; Together fostered fair and fed Till thou couldst walk and speak thee plain; Thee gently, moved by love, I led, Nor dared I ever give thee pain.
125
To
lose thee
was
my
sorest dread,
Knowing
I'd get
no more again.
"I saw you
fair in flesh
and blood,
130
And
all
my
love to
you
I gave;
That you should thrive methought was good, Soft ease and rest I let you have; This wrought in you rebellious mood,
You rushed to sin as impulse drave; To fight against you did no good You bore me with you as your slave.
"Well warned wert thou of this before, told we both should judgment have; All this you scorned as foolish lore, Yet watched thy kin go down to grave.
135
And
140
Thou
didst
all
that the world thee bade,

crave,
Each thing thy eager flesh might And I allowed it, (I was mad!),
Thou
wert the master, I the slave."
BODY AND SOUL

[The Body speaks]
131
145
To By
"Thinkest thou, Ghost, thou gainest aught quit thee from thy blame withal,
saying that thou, so nobly wrought,
to serve
Wast forced
Nothing
me
as
my
thrall?
I did
and nothing sought,

stole, ne'er
150
all,
Ne'er plundered,
sinned at
But first in thee arose the thought. Abide it who abide it shall!
"How
What
Thou
wist I
choice
what was wrong or had I by night or day,

it
right,
155
Save as thou brought'st

o'er
to
my
sight,
whom wisdom
should bear sway?
Thus, trained by you in base delight, Companion of your pleasures gay,
Then did I Once more
ill
with
all
to
have
my might, my wicked way.
1C0
"But haddest
thou,
Christ grant
'twere true,
Given me hunger, thirst, and cold, And taught me good that no good knew, W hen I in evil was so bold, Then, what I learned in youth from you, I had held fast when I was old; You let me roam to North and South,
7
165
And
take
my
pleasures uncontrolled."
Then wept
"Body,
the ghost most bitterly,

(it
170
alas, alas!"
said).
"That
e'er of old I loved thee!
Lost was the love I on thee stayed; Falsely you feigned a love for me,
And me
a house of glass you
made;
175
132
I

gave you pleasures
traitor, still
trustfully,
You,
my
trust betrayed.
"No longer, Body, may I dwell, No longer stand to speak with thee; Now I hear the hell-hounds yell,
And
fiendes
180
more than man may

to fetch
see;
They come
me down
to hell,
flee;
fell
No
whither
may
from them
And
At doomesday
thou shalt come with flesh and to dwell with me."
185
Almost before the words were said, That told it wist where it must go,
Burst in at once in sudden raid
thousand devils and yet mo. they once had on him laid Their savage claws, they tare him so
And when
190
He was
in torment, sore afraid,

fro.
Tossed, tugged and tousled to and
For they were shaggy, shock-haired, With bulgy bumps upon the back,
tailed,
195
Their claws were sharp, they were long-nailed, No limb but showed some hideous lack.
The ghost was right and left assailed By many a devil foul and black;
When God
Crying for mercy naught availed his vengeance due must take.
200
Instead of colt for it to ride, Straightway a cursed devil came, That grosly grinned and yawne'd wide
205
BODY AND SOUL

Out from his throat flared tongues The saddle on his back and side
of flame.
133
Was
stuck with pikes to pierce and maim,
Like hekel was it to bestride, Each pike it glowed like scorching flame.
210
Upon that saddle was he slung, As though to ride in tournament; A hundred devils on him hung, Hither and thither him they sent; He with hot spears was pierced and
stung,
215
And
sore with hooks of iron rent;
At every stroke the sparkles sprung As they from blazing brand were sent.
When
he the ride had ta'en at

fox he
last,
Fast to that fearful saddle bound,
220
As hunted
down was
cast,
The worrying hell-hounds close him round, They rend him, trembling and aghast,
And
By
A man
hell's dark bound; might trace the way they passed blood-stains on the trampled ground.
harry him towards
225
They
bid him then his horn to blow,
To
urge on Bauston and Bevis,

note]
His hounds well wont his call to know, For they would shortly sound the pris. A hundred devils, in a row, Drag him with ropes toward the abyss,
[s.
230
The loathly flames The mouth of hell
are seen below,

it
was, I wis.
once that dread abode up so loud a yell That earth it opens up anon;
When
is
won,
235
The
fiends set
134

Smother and smoke rise from that cell, Both of foul pitch and of brimstone,
Men Woe
five miles off
grips
and holds
can smell that smell; that wretched one

hell.
240
Who
scents from far that scent of
The
foule fiends, with eager grin,

it,
it
Seize on the soul, and, whirling
With might and main they
hurl
in,
245
therein,
Down, down,
into the devil's pit,
Then, they themselves plunge straight To darkness with no sunshine lit, Earth closes on that house of sin, The dungeon-doors shut fast on it.
250
brood,
When they had gone, that loathsome To hell's black pit, ere it was day,
On
For
every hair the sweat-drops stood

fright
and
fear as there I lay:
To
Jesus Christ, in softened mood,

I called,
Yearning
expecting aye
death,
255
That those fierce fiends so hot and lewd, Would come to carry me away.
I
thought on
Who Who
With
Him who suffered man such mercy bore, had me helped since I drew
unto
sin beset behind, before!
it
260
breath,
I charge you, ere
be too
late,
To
For
shrive
sin
you and repent you
sore;
was never sinned so great That Christ's wide mercy was not more.
265
THE PEARL
135
THE PEARL
(About 1370)
(Author unknown)
Pearl,
most meet
for the Master's paye,
[delight, pleasure]
Set safe in golden glory clear!
Out of Found
the East, I surely say,

I never her precious peer,
So round, so radiant in array, So small, so smooth her shape, and Whenever I judged of jewels gay
I set her singly in singlere.
5
fair,
[apart]
an arbere: [arbor] Through grass to ground she from me got. 10 I droop, death-stricken by love-daungere [bondage]
Alas!
I lost her in
Of my
precious pearl withouten spot
from me sprung Oft have I waited, wishing that weal That once was wont dispel my wrong,
Since, in that spot she
Lift
[bliss]
15
strong,
up
my
lot,
my
spirit heal.
But now, struck through with sorrows Her loss my burning breast must feel. Yet heard I never so sweet a song As the still hour let to me steal.
20
Strange thoughts their shapes but half reveal,
As
muse on her
colours clad in clay.
O mould! thou marrest a wondrous jewel, My precious pearl that hath slipped away.
136

III
Lo!
their sweet spices needs
must spread
25
When
so
much wealth
to earth has run;
Flowers golden, blue, and red, Shine full sheen against the sun.
Never may
fruit
and flower fade
Where my
pearl sank
down
in the
earth-mould dun;
30
For each grass must grow from seed-grain dead, No wheat were else for harvest won; From good each good is aye begun; So precious a seed must perish not; Spices must spring from this chosen one,
35
From
this precious pearl
without a spot.
IV
To
this spot that I in
speech expoun
[declare]
I entered, in that arbour green,
In August, in a high sesoun,
When corn is cut with sickle keen. On a mound where once my pearl
Fell
40
rolled
down
and sheen, and gromyloun, And peonies powdered all between.

shadows
of flowers shining
Gillyfleur, ginger,
If
it
were seemly but

sweeter the scent
to
it
be seen,
gave, I wot,
45
Still
Where
dwells that blessed one I ween,
My
precious pearl without a spot.
Prone in that place, wild hands I pressed, Clutched as with freezing cold, I fought; Grief grew to tumult in my breast,
50
THE PEARL
Reason nor calm, nor comfort brought.
I plained
137
my
pearl that earth possessed
And
vainly strove with struggling thought.

Christ's compassion offered rest,
will against
it
Though
55
My
wretched
I
fell
wrought.
upon
the flowery ground,
Sweet odours o'er my senses streamed, Till, sunk in depths of sleep profound, About my spotless pearl I dreamed.
60
VI
From
thence
my
soul sprang far in space,

[sleep]
body on ground abode in sweven. ghost is gone by Goddes grace, Through ways unknown and wondrous
I wist not in this
My My
driven.
world the place,
65
But
I felt
me
rapt past great rocks riven:
Towards a forest I turned my face Where splendid cliffs soared high to heaven.
light no man may well believen, For a glistering glory from them gleamed; The loom no silks has ever given With colours so clear as from them streamed.
Their
70
VII
Adorned was each With christal cliffs
hilly side
of clearest kind. 75
The
With
forests fair
about them bide

burnished pride,
tree-bolls blue as blue of Ind;

like silver's
Their leaves,
A-flutter in the fragrant
With
glinting
wind gleams show glorified,
138

In shimmering splendors half-defined. The gravel, that each foot may grind,
80
Was
precious pearl of Orient,

itself
Sunlight
seemed
dull
and blind
Beside that land of wonderment.
The The
I
splendor of those hill-sides rare

glad heart
its
85
Made my
was
grief forgete;
fruits so fresh of
fragrance were
fed-full
flitted
with odours sweet.

fair
Birds
through that forest
Of flaming
hues, both small
and
grete;
[zitern- player]
90
No
nor gittermere Their mirthful music might repeat.

citole's string
For, when Then sing
these birds their winges beat,
they
all
with sweet concent.

95
lent.
No man knows
As
sight
rapture so complete
and sound together
rx.
The woods
are rich in radiant guise

led, I fare,
Where'er by Fortune
And
shining glories glad mine eyes,
That no man may with tongue declare. I wander on in happy wise, For steepest cliff seems harmless there.
100
The farther I fared the fairer 'gan rise Meads bright with bloom, and spice, and
pear,
Green-bordered brooks, and river fair Its banks as thread of finest gold. Win I at last to a water rare; Dear Lord! 'twas lovely to behold.
105
THE PEARL
39
The margent
of that
wondrous deep
Was
shining
bank
of beryl bright.
no
their flight.
Sweetly the sliding waters sweep,
With a murmurous music they take
The bottom gleaming

That glow through
stones doth keep,
the lucent depths like light,
Or shining stars, which while men sleep Wink in the welkin on Winter's night.
115
to sight
Was
Each shining stone that shimmered sapphire, or some jewel rare,
They
lit the deep with living might, So clear that lovely land and fair.
120
XI
The rich array of down and dales, Of wood and water and wide plains, Bred in me bliss, abated bales,
Released
my
stress,
destroyed
my
pains.
[flows}
Along the stream that strongly hales

All rapt I roved, brimfull
125
my
brains.
The The
farther I followed those wat'ry vales
greater the joy at
my
glad heart strains.
Though Fortune's gifts no force constrains, Lend she solace or sorrows sore, The wight who once her favour gains
Strives ever to
130
win more and more.
Far more of
bliss
glowed
in
such guise
135
Than
I could
tell if
time I had;
not suffice
For mortal heart
may
140

For tenth part
of that rapture glad.
I thought in truth that Paradise
Lay The
just
beyond those bright banks brade.
[broad]
waters, methought, as bounds arise
Twixt garden and garden, between them made. Beyond the brook, by slope and shade, Stands the Holy City, beyond the shore. But the water was deep, I durst not wade, And ever my longing grew more and more.
140
More and more, and

I longed
yet much mair beyond that stream to stand; For if 'twas fair where I did fare Far fairer gleamed that farther land. Stumbling I strove, looked here and there To find a ford, on every hand; But of greater perils I grew aware
145
150
The
longer I searched that shining strand.

yet, it seemed I must burst the band, So strong was the call of that distant shore. When lo! the sight mine eyes next scanned Stirred my strained spirit more and more.
And
155
XIV
marvel 'gan
my
ghost confound;
beyond that merry mere, A cliff, from whose clear depths profound Streamed lights that lit the golden air. Beneath, a child sate on the ground, A maid of mien full debonair; White, shining garments girt her round; I had seen her other-where. I knew,
I saw,
160
THE PEARL
As gold
in threads that
I 41
men may
shear,
165
So sheen she shone upon that shore. The longer I looked upon her there The surer I knew her, more and more.
xv
And And
That
as I fed on her fair face,
searched her child-like figure
o'er,
170
Pure gladness did

I
my
soul
embrace
To
I
call
had lacked so long before. her would I fain find grace,

I stood, bewildered sore;
But stunned
saw her in That dazed,

She
lifts
so strange a place
175
bore.
the sight no
meaning
ivory;
her brow, well-known of yore,
Her
face as
smooth as
My My
wild dismay grows more and more,

soul
is
stung with what I see.
180
Stronger than longing, fear arose;

I stood quite
still
and durst not
call;
Wide-eyed I wait, my lips I close, As mute as hooded hawk in hall.
That
sight so strange, so spectral rose,
185
I feared the
end that might
befall;
The dread lest she escape me grows, Or vanish ere I could forestall. Then she, whose shining lightened
So soft, so smooth, so pure, so Rose up robed in array royal,
all,
slight,
190
pearl, in precious pearl es dight.
142

XVII
Pearls that would grace a kingly power,
A man
might there by grace have seen,

fair as lily-flower,
When fresh and Adown the shore
195
she stepped, I ween.
Her linen robe, a royal dower, Flowed free; its lustrous borders been
Purfled with pearls:
before that hour
Such
mine eyes had never seen. Her flowing sleeve-laps showed full sheen With pearls, in double border dight: Her kirtle, where it showed between, With precious pearls gleamed pure and bright.
sight
200
xx
All rich in pearls that rare one bright
205
when by the brink she stood. Nearer than niece or aunt, of right I found in her my joy and good. Then low she bowed her figure slight, Cast by her crown in happy mood, And as I looked, I understood And heard her greet me full of grace. Dear Lord! who me with life endued, 'Twas worth it all to see her face.
I,
Drew From Than
near the shore beyond the flood;

here to Greece no gladder wight
210
215
XXI
"O
Pearl," I cried, "in pearles dight,

I
Art thou that pearl that
have plained
[bewailed\
THE PEARL
43
Much
What
missed by
me
alone, at night?
longing have I long sustained
220
Since into grass you slipped from sight.

Pensive, oppressed, I pine sore pained,
While you, at
In Paradise a
rest in
realm of
light,
home have
gained.
What Weird has thither my gem constrained, [fate] And brought me this grief and great daungere! 226
Since
I
we in twain were torn and twained, have been a joyless jeweler."

XXII
That jewel
Her crown
there, with jewels graced,
Lifted her face with eyes of grey,

of orient pearl replaced,
230
And
"Sir,
grave and slow did sweetly say:
To
say your pearl
you mistake and speak in haste is all away;

235
In coffer is it safely placed. Shut safe within this garden gay,
To
dwell forever there,

sin
Where
and play and sorrow come never
near,
This spot were thy treasure house, parfay, If thou wert a gentle jeweler.
"But jeweler
gentle,
if
thou dost give

dear,
240
Thy
joy for a
gem thou deemed'st
In sooth thou dost but thyself deceive,
Vexed in vain with a foolish fear. For you lost but a rose, you may well believe, That must flower and fade with the fading year, Yet so wondrous a dust did that rose receive That it proved a pearl in this shining sphere.
245
144

Though thou From nought
called'st thy
it
Weird a thief, 'tis clear has gained the great treasure;

251
To blame the hand that has helped thee here Shows thee a thankless jeweler."
Drawn by
delight of eye
My
I
yearning
mood
to
and ear, madness grows;

255
would be with
my
dear one there,

I fare,
Though
swift the severing current flows.
Nothing will harm me if on Or lame me, methought, by

If I
baffling blows;
only the plunge in the stream can dare
I will
swim the space though Or die in the deed. Yet

Ere
I
the
waves oppose,
260
a thought arose
plunged perverse
That stilled For I know
my
it
water chill, impatience and brought repose

in that
was not
my
Prince's will.
XXV
It
pleased
Him
not that I should break

unafraid,
Through those marvellous marches As rash and rude my course I take
265
My
And
daring onset
is
sudden stayed:
For as
to the brink
start I find
With a
lo!
my way I make mv vision fade,
My
in that arbour fair I wake, 270 head on that selfsame hillock laid On that spot where my pearl into earth once strayed.
Awe-strucken,
silent, I sate
alone
Then
sighing deep to myself I said:

the Prince's will in
all
"May
be done."
275
PIERS THE
PLOUGHMAN
45
Htlltam ffianglaub
(About
1
332-1 400)
PIERS
THE PLOUGHMAN
PROLOGUE
In the season of summer,

I
when
soft
was
the sunne
clad myself coarsely in a cloak as a shepherd;
In habit as an hermit unholy of workes,
Went I wide in this world wonders to heare, And on a May morning on Malverne hilles, A marvel amazed me, of magic methought.
I
was weary, for-wandered, and went me to reste Under a broad bank, by a burn-side, And as I lay and leaned, and looked in the waters,
I
slumbered
in a sleeping,
it
Then
did I dream there a dream
sounded so merry. full of wonder,
10
That I was in a wilderness, wist I not where. As I looked to the Eastward a-loft to the sunne, I saw set on a summit a seemly tower; A deep dale beneath and a dungeon thereinne, With deep ditches and dark, and dreadful to sight.
15
fair field full of folk
found
I there
between them,
With all manner of men the mean and the riche, Working and wandering as the world asketh. Some put them to ploughing, playing full seldom, ['oiling] In setting and sowing swinking full hard And winning what wasters with gluttony destroy. And some put to pride, appareled them thereafter
In fancies of fashion finely arrayed.
20
To
prayers and to penance put themselves many,
25
All for love of our
Lord
living full strict,
146
In the hope for to have heavenly blisse;
As anchorets and hermits that hold them
in their celles,
In the world never wishing to wander about,
Or with bounteous abundance their bodies to please. 30 And some chose to chaffer, their chances to better, For it seems to our sight that such men are most thriving. And some to make merry, as minstrels are able, And get gold with their glees, guiltless I deem them.
But
jesters
and
jugglers,
Judas's children,
35
and feigned themselves foolish. Yet have wit at their will to work were they willing. That Paul preacheth of them prove now I dare not. Qui loquitur tur piloquium is Lucifer's slave. There bidders and beggars right busily wandered, 40 Their bags and their bellies with bread fully crammed, There feigned want of food, and fought o'er the ale-cups,
false fantasies
Found out
In gluttony,
God
wot, go they to bedde,
And
up with ribaldry, these Robert's men. [vagabonds] Sleeping and slothfulness pursueth them ever 45 Pilgrims and palmers plighted them together To seek for Saint James and the saintes at Rome,
rise
Went forth in their way with many wise stories, And had leave for to lie, all their life after.
I saw some that said they had sought out the saintes; 50 With tongues tempered to lie in each tale that they tolde, More than to say sooth it seemed by their speech. Hermits in an heap, with hooked staves To Walsingham wended, their wenches came after. Great lubbers and lazy that loth were to swinke, 55 Clothed them in copes to be counted as "brethren",
In habit of hermit their ease for to have.

I
found there the
friars of all the four orders,
They preached
to the people to profit themselves,
Glossing the Gospel as was their good pleasure.

For, coveting copes, they construed as they would.
60
likes
For many
of these master-friars
may
dress as
it
them,
PIERS THE
PLOUGHMAN
147
For their money and merchandise marchen together, For since Charity hath been chapman and chief to shrive lordes Many ferlies have fallen in a few yeares [marvels] 65 If Holy Church and they hold not better together, The most mischief on mold is mounting full fast, [earth] There preached a Pardoner, a priest as he were,
them alle [pardon] 70 Of falseness in fasting, and vows they had broken. The unlettered believed him and liked well his wordes, Coming up to him kneeling and kissing his Bulles, Then he banged them with his brevet and bleared their eyen
said that himself might assoilen
[cheated them]
And And
brought forth a Bull with the Bishopes
seales,
Thus
Were
give they their gold gluttons to help.
75
the Bishop but blessed
and worth both
his eares,
He would send
not his seal for deceiving the people.
But 'tis not at the Bishop that the boy preaches, For Pardoner and priest part between them the silver, And the poor of the parish may have what is left. Parsons and parish-priests plained to the Bishop, As their parishes were poor since the pestilence time, To have licence and leave at London to dwelle,
80
And
they sing thus for simony,-
for
silver is sweet.
Bishops and bachelors both masters and doctors, 85 That hold cures under Christ and have crowning [parishes] in token [tonsured crowns]
And And
Are
sign that they should shrive their parishioners;
preach and to pray for them, and the poor feede,

living in
London,
in
Lent- time and other.
Some
are serving the King,
and
his silver are taking,
90
In Exchequer and Chancery claiming his debtes
Due from wards in And some serve as
the wardmote, both waifs
and
estrays,
servants the lords
and
the ladies,
148
And instead of stewards they sit and condemn. 94 Their mass and their matins and most of the hours Are done undevoutly; dread is at the last That Christ in His Council should curse very many. [Doomsday] There hovered an hundred in hoodes of silke,
Sergeants it seemed that served at the barre, Pleading for pennies and poundes the laws, And naught for love of our Lord unloose their lips ones, Better measure the mist on Malverne's hilles, 100
[once]
get a mum from these mouthes till money be showed. Baron and burgesses and bond-men also, I saw there assembled, as ye shall hear after. 105 Bakers and brewers and butchers a-many, And weavers of woolens and weavers of linen, Tailors and tanners, and toilers of earth, Masons and miners and many a craft. Of all living labourers leaped some of each kind, no As ditchers and delvers that do their deeds idle, And drag out the long day with "Dieu vous sauve, Dame," Cooks and their knaves cried out "hote pies, hote! [pigs] Good gris and geese, goi dine, goi!" And unto them Taverners tolde the same, 115 "White wine of Oseye, and red wine of Gascoigne [Alsace] Of the Rhine and of Rochelle the roast to defy!" And this I saw sleeping and seven times more.
Than
THE VISION
(From Passus
I.)
What this mountain And this field full of
be-meaneth, and
folk, fair shall I
this
dark dale,
120
show you.
A Lady
Came
most lively in linen y-clothed, down from the cliff and cleped me
fair [spoke kindly to mc\
THE VISION
And
saide,
149
"Son! sleepest thou? see'st thou this people, busy they be all bestirred in a maze? The most part of the people that pass now on earthe, 125 If they have the world's worship, they wish for no better, Other Heaven than here, hold they as nothing." I was feared of her face, fair though she were, And said, "Merci, Madame, what things may this meane?" "The tower on the top," quoth she, "truth is thereinne, 130 And would that you wrought as His word teacheth For He is Father of faith and formed you alle, Both your flesh and your face and gave you fine wittes To worship Him therewith the while ye are here."
How
In my wit then I wondered what woman it were, That such wise wordes of Holy Writ showed,
135
And
besought for His sake ere thence she departed, She would tell me title who taught me so fair. "Holy Church am I," quoth she, "thou should'st me knowe,
I fostered thee first
and thy
faith to thee taughte,
140
And And
provided thy vows,

loyally love
my
voice to obey,
life
me, the while thy
dureth.
grace,
Then I crouched on my knees and cried for her And prayed her piteously pray for my sinnes, And kindly to teach me on Christ to believe,
That His will I might work "Teach me no treasure, but
here, that
tell
wrought
me
145 a man.
me
this only,
How my
On Deus
soul I
all
may
save,
you that Saint are y-holden!"

"Truth
is
"When
treasures are tried," quoth she,
the
beste;
Caritas I do
it
to deal
with thee
truly,
150
'Tis desire as dear-worth as dear
God
Himselfe
Who
is
true in his tongue,
and
telleth
naught
else,
And the works doth withal and wills no man ille, He is good by the Gospel on ground and above, And is like to our Lord, by Sainte Luke's wordes.
155
150

clerkes that
The
know
this
it,
should ken
it
aboute
also."
[teach]
For Christians proclaim
and unchristians
Thus
saw
surely,
by
sight of the scriptures,
When
"It
is
all
treasures are tried, that
Truth
is
the beste.
knowledge by nature," quoth

herte
she, "that enables
my
160
For
to love thy Lord liefer than thyselfe. deadly sinne to do, die though thou shouldest, This I trowe be Truth; who can teach thee aught better, Look thou suffer it to speak and so teach it after,
No
For this witnesseth His word, work thou thereafter, 165 For truth telleth that Love is triacle of Heaven [healing]
No sin is And who
seen in
Him who
all
useth that cure
wrought
His works with Love as
He
listed;
it,
As most heavenly and mightiest to Moses He taught The plant of all peace and most precious of virtues.
For these are the wordes writ down in the Gospel, Date et dabitur vobis, for I deal you alle Your grace and good hap, your wealth for to winne, And so know I, by nature, of that which you render. This the lock is of Love, that lets out my grace To comfort the care-full, encumbered with sinning. Love is the liefest thing that our Lord asketh And eke the strait gate that goeth to Heaven.
170
175
OWL AND NIGHTINGALE
151
THE OWL AND THE NIGHTINGALE

(About 1250)
Once within a summer's
dale,
In a very secret vale, Heard I 'gainst each other
rail
Hoary Owl and Nightingale. That strife was stiff and stark and
strong,
Now
And And And The
'twas soft,
now
loud
it
rung,
flout,
each bird would the other

all
the evil
mood
let
out;
each said of the other's

very worst she
way
10
knew
to say;
Indeed, about each other's song
The strife they waged was very strong The Nightingale began the speech From her corner in a beech:
She sat upon a pleasant bough, Blossoms about there were enow,
15
Where
in a thick and lonely hedge, Mingled soft shoots and greenest sedge. She, gladdened by the bloomy sprays,
Varied her song in many ways. Rather it seemed the joy I heard Of harp or pipe than song of bird. Such strains, methought, must rather float From harp or pipe than feathered throat. Then, from a trunk that stood hard-by,
20
25
The Owl
in turn
made
her reply,
O'er it the ivy grew apace; There made the Owl her dwelling-place. The Nightingale, who saw her plain,
Surveyed the bird with high disdain,

Filled with contempt she viewed the
30
Owl,
152
Whom
all
men loathsome deem and

cried,
foul.
flee,
"Monster," she I am the worse

Full oft
"take wings and
for sight of thee,
Truly, at thy black looks of yore
35
song I've given o'er; My tongue grows weak, my courage flies When you appear before mine eyes, I'm more inclined to spit than sing At sound of thy harsh sputtering." The Owl abode till it grew late. Eve came, she could no longer wait; Her heart began to swell and strain Till scarce she could her breath contain. Half choked with rage, these words she flung: "What think'st thou now about my song? Think'st thou in song I have no skill
my
40
45
Merely because I cannot trill? Often to wrath thou movest me, And dost abuse me shamefully.
If in
50
my
claws I held thee
fast,
And so, mayhap, I shall at last, And thou wert down from off thy spray Then should'st thou sing another way." Then made the Nightingale reply:
"If I avoid the open sky,
55
And
shield myself in places bare,
Nothing for all thy threats I care; While in my hedge secure I sit, I reck not of your threats a whit. I know you cruel to devour All helpless things within your power, Wreaking your wrath in evil way On smaller birds where'er you may. Hated of all the feathered rout, The birds combine to drive you out, Shrieking and scolding after you,
60
65
OWL AND NIGHTINGALE

They hard upon your flight pursue. The tit-mouse, if she had her will, Would tease you and would work you
Hateful to look upon thou art
53
ill.
70
In many ways, and every part; Thy body's short, thy neck is small, Thy head is greater far than all;
Thine eyes coal-black are staring wide
75
As though with woad they had been dyed;
You
Each
Your With
stare as
though you'd
like to bite
thing your cruel claws could smite;
Just like an awl that has been crooked,
and sharp and hooked, you hoot both oft and long, This passes with you for a song. You threaten me, longing to clasp My flesh and crush me in your grasp; More fit for thee would be a frog,
bill is stiff
it
80
85
That
sits
beneath the mill-wheel's cog,
Or snails, and mice, and creatures foul, Such are the sort fit for an Owl. By day you sit, by night take wing, Knowing you are an eerie thing; That thou art loathsome and unclean
young brood Which thou dost feed on foulest food."
foul
90
From thine own And also by thy
nest
is
plainly seen,
After a prolonged controversy, the Nightingale speaks again:
"Owl," she said, "why dost thou so? Thou sing'st in winter welawo! Thou sing'st as doth a hen in snow, And all she sings is but for woe: Thou sing'st in winter's wrath and gloom, In summer thou art ever dumb.
95
100
154

It is
but for thy foolish spite
That thou with us canst not be bright; For thee consuming envy burns
When
to the land
like
our
bliss returns.
Thou'rt
some
cross-grained, crabbed wight, 105
Who
If
turns black looks on each delight,

to
Ready
grudge
it,
and
to lower
men are happy for an hour; He wishes rather to espy The tears of grief in each man's eye, Let the mob fight, he does not care Though each man pulls the other's hair.
E'en so thou dost upon thy
side,
no
Or when the snow lies thick and wide, And every creature has his sorrow, Thou sing'st from night-fall till the morrow.
But I, all bliss with me doth wake, Each heart is gladder for my sake,
All live in joy
All wait for
115
when
am
here,
me
to reappear.
120
sprede
The blossom 'gins to spring and Upon the tree and on the mede, The lily, with her face of snow,
Welcometh me, as
well you
know,
125
And bids me, with her aspect fair, To fly to her, and greet her there.
So
too,
That from
Bids
with ruddy face, the rose, the thorny briar grows,

to sing in
me
bush and grove,

130
joyous carol for her love."
ORMULUM
155
iSntert
manning, nf Irnnne
IN PRAISE OF
WOMAN
(From Handlyng Synne, about 1303)

Nothing
is
to
man
so dear
As woman's
love in
good manere.
is.
good woman is manes bliss, When her love right and steadfast No solace is there 'neath the sky, Of all that man may name or try,
That man to joy so greatly moves As a good woman that truly loves.
Nor dearer is none in all God's herd Than a chaste woman with lovely Word.
10
(Srm
ORMULUM
(About 12 15-1220)
Now,
brother Walter, brother mine
After the fleshes kind,
And
brother mine in Christendom

truth,
Through baptism and through
And
brother mine eke in God's house,
Since that
Once more, in a third way, we two have taken both
One book
of rules to follow.
156

Under
the canons' rank and life So as Saint Austin set; I now have done even as thou bad'st, Forwarding to thy will, I now have turned into English
10
The
Gospel's holy
little
lore,
After that
wit that
me
lent.
it
15
My
Thou To
If
It
Lord and God has

thoughtest
how
that
might well
mickle profit turn,
English folk, for love of Christ,

readily
would
it,
learn
it
20
And And
follow
fulfilling
With thought, with word, with deed,

therefore yearnedst thou that I
This work for thee should work; And I have forwarded it for thee, And all through help of Christ.
25
CURSOR MUNDI
(Author unknown)
(About 1320-1325)
THE PROLOGUE
Man
yearneth rimes for to hear,

of strange mattere,
And romances
Of Alisaundere the conquerour, Of Julius Caesar the emperour, Of Greece and Troy the strange strife Where many thousand lost their life; Of Brut, that hero bold of hand,
CURSOR MUNDI
First
157
conquerour of Engleland;
that
Of King Arthour
was
so rike
[mighty]
no one in his time was like; Of wonders that his knights befell Adventures many as I've heard tell, As Gawain, Kay, and others stable For they were men of the Round Table; How Charles and Roland waged their fight, With Sarcens they no troth would plight;
Whom
10
15
Of Tristrem and his dear Ysote, he for her became a sote; Of Joneck and of Ysambrase, Of Youvine and of Amadase,
How
[madman]
20
Stories also of
sundry things,
Of
princes, prelates,
and
of kings,
Many To
songs of storied rime,
English, Frankish,
and Latine;
is
read and hear each one
prest
25
Of whatsoe'er he likes the best. The wise man will of wisdom hear, The fool to folly draws him near; The wrong to hear of right is loath,
And
pride with buxomness
is
wroth.
[humility]
30
But by the fruit the wise may see Of what vertu is every tree.
All sorts of fruit that
man
shall find
Must draw from out the root their kind; From goodly pear-trees come good pears,
Worse tree, the worse the fruit it bears. That I should speak from this same tree Betokens, man, both me and thee;
This fruit betokens all our deeds, Both good and ill who rightly reads. Our dedes in our hearts take root,
35
40
15S

Whether they be for bale or boot; For by the thing man draweth unto For good or ill men shall him know.
All this world, ere I have done,
45
With
Christ's help shall I over-run,
And
tell some stories principal, For no man may relate them all. But since no work may long endure That stands not on foundation sure, This same work, therefore, shall I found
50
Upon
a wondrous, steadfast, ground;
That is the Holy Trinity That all has wrought with His beauty. Unto Him first I turn my face, And then His handywork I'll trace:
55
Of
Of
the angels
first
that
fell, tell,
And
next I will of
Adam
of
his offspring
and
Noe,
60
And somewhat
of his sonnes three;
Of Abraham and of Isaac, That holy were withouten make,

After shall I
[without an equal]
you Of Jacob and of Esau too;

tell
to
Then should
there be thereafter told
65
How that Joseph was bought How Moses 'midst the Jews
That Goddes
folk to lead
and
sold;
arose,
them chose;
give
live.
How God
By which
Of Saul
the law to
him did
the Jewish folk should
70
and David too How he Goliath fought and slew; And next of Solomon the Wise,
the king,
came down through prophecy, And how He came His folk to buy.
Christ
How How
craftily
he did justice;
75
CURSOR MUNPI
The author next goes on
to
159
enumerate various other matters
of which he proposes to treat, such as the birth of Christ, the
destruction of the innocents, the flight into Egypt,
and so on
through the gospel story. After this outline of the general plan and scope of his work he concludes his prologue as follows:
These are the subjects put I think within this book to
in place
trace;
Speaking but shortly of each deed, For there are many tales to speed. Useful, methinks, it were to man To know himself how he began; How he at first was born and bred,
80
How
Both
o'er the earth his offspring spread;
and of the last, what course this world is past. Those things that Holy Church doth state In this same book I now translate.
of the first
85
And
in
In English tongue
'tis all
made
clear
For love
of all the English here;
90
English folk of Engeland,
For the commons to understand. French rimes are there in this land To be found on every hand; French is wrought for Frankish man, What is for him that no French can? The nation of England old The Englishmen in common hold; The speech that man with most may speed Must be the speech that men most need. Seldom was by any chance
Praised the English tongue in France;
95
100
Do we
the
same
to their
language
105
Methinks we do them no outrage. To unlearned Englishman I spell, That understandeth what I tell,
160

And
That
specially I those address
all their lives in
idleness
waste and beggars' lies, That they beware the same, and wise Somewhat unto that thing to tend And all their way with might amend. Ill have they who in spending spend,
trifles
On
no
And
find
no
fruit thereof at end.
Now
And
we will blinne name our book begin: Cursor oWorld men ought it call,
from
this
prologue
[cease]
115
in Christ's
For almost
it
o'er
runs
it all.
Take we our beginning than From Him who all the world began.
[then]
120
Sirljarh Soil?
(About 1300-1349)
THE PRICK OF CONSCIENCE

(About 1340)
All
manner of joyes are in that stede: There is life without any death; And there is youth without any eild; [age]
And And And And And
there there
there there
is all is
kind of wealth to wield;

fail;
is all
is
without any travail; good that never shall peace without any strife;
rest
there
is all
manner
of liking of
life;
SONGS AND BALLADS
l6l
And there is aye summer full bright to see, And never more winter in that countrie: And there is more worship and honour, Than ever had king or emperour And there is great melody of angels' song, And there is praising them among: And there is all manner friendship that may And there is ever perfect love and charitie. And there is wisdom without foil)', And there is honesty without villany. All these a man may joys of Heaven call:
But
yet the
10
be,
15
most sovereign joy of
all
20
Goddes brighte face, In whom resteth all manner grace.

Is sight of
III.
SONGS AND BALLADS

CANUTE'S SONG
Sweetly sang the
monks
in
Ely
When Canute
And
the king
rowed by!
"Row, Knights, near
the land
hear the monks' sweet song."
CUCKOO SONG
(About 1250)
Summer
Groweth
is
a-coming
in,
Sing loud Cuckoo!

seed,
And
springeth the
and bloweth mead woode noo
Sing Cuckoo!
162
FROM NORMAN CONQUEST TO CHAUCER Ewe

bleateth after lamb,
for her calf coo; Bullock sterteth, buck verteth,
Lows
[cv
Merry
sing Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, Cuckoo, well sing'st thou Cuckoo: So cease thou never noo. Sing Cuckoo, noo, sing Cuckoo!
SPRING SONG
(About 1300)
Spring is come to town with love With blossom and with bird in grove, That all this bliss now bringeth. There are daisies in the dales;
Notes
full
sweet of nightingales;
singeth.
Each bird song
The throstlecock out-sings them all; Away is fled the Winter's thrall, When woodrow springeth. Then chanting birds in wondrous throng Thrill out their joy the glades among
Till all the
10
woodland
rose
is
ringeth.
The crimson
seen,
New
leaves of tender green
With good-will grow,
15
The moon
shines white
and
clear,
Fennel and Thyme are here, Fair lilies blow. Their mates the wild drakes
find,
Each creature seeks his kind. As stream that trickles slow,
20
SONGS AND BALLADS
1 63
We
plain
when
life is
drear,
For cruel love the tear Unchecked must flow.
The moon sends forth The goodly sun shines
her
light,
25
bright,
And birds sing well. Dews drench the soft young And whispering lovers pass,
grass,
Their tale to tell; Snakes woo beneath the clod, Women grow wondrous proud
30
On
If
field
and
fell.
one shall say me no Spring joy I will forgo And banished dwell.
35
SONG
Trolly,
lolly,
loly,
lo,
Syng
troly,
is
lolo,
lo.
My
love
to the grene
wode
ly,
lo.
gone,
Now
Syng
after will I go:

trolly, loly,
lo, lo,
SONG
Merry it is while summer lasts With small birds' song; But now draw nigh the windy blasts
And weather
strong.
Ay, ay, but this night is long. And I with abounding wrong
Keep
sorrow,
moans and
fasts.
164
WINTER SONG
(About 1300)
Winter wakeneth all my care; Leaves are few and branches bare; Oft I sigh and mourn full sair, When there cometh to my thought
All the world's joy,
how
it all
goes to nought.
Now
Gone
it
is,
it
now no more
seen;
as
had never been,

say truth, I ween,
10
Many men
We
That all goes by God's will. all must surely die, though it seem
ill.
All that green that graced the year,
Now
is
dying,
brown and
sere.
Jesus,
let
thy help be near

shield us
And
For
I
now from
hell.
know
not whither I shall go nor
how
long here
15
shall dwell.
ALYSOUN
(About 1300)
Between
soft
March and
little
April showers,
When
sprays of bloom from branches spring,

the
And when Doth song
bird 'mid flowers
of sweetness loudly sing:

5
To
Of
her with longing love I cling,

all
the world the fairest thing,
SONGS AND BALLADS
65
Whose
thrall I
am, who
bliss
can bring
And
give to
gracious fate
it is
me life's crown. to me is sent;

lent
is
Methinks
by Heaven
10
From women
all,
my
heart
bent,
To
light
on Alysoun.
Her sheeny locks are fair to see, Her lashes brown, her eyes of black; With lovely mouth she smiles on me; Her waist is slim, of lissom make.
15
To
Unless as mate she will me take, be her own, my heart will break;
Longer
to live I will forsake,
And dead
I will fall
etc.
down
20
gracious fate,
All for thy sake I restless turn,
And
For
wakeful hours sigh through at night; do I yearn; My cheeks wax wan in woful plight. No man so wise that can aright Her goodness tell, her beauties bright; Her throat is than the swan's more white,
thee, sweet lady,
25
The
fairest
maid
in town.
gracious fate,
etc.
30
Weary
as water in the weir,
With wooing I am spent and worn; Lest any reave me, much I fear, And leave me mateless and forlorn.
sharp, short pain
is
better borne,
to
35
Than now and evermore
mourn.
My
A
love,
fair one,
do not scorn,
frown.
is
No
longer on
gracious fate to
me me
sent;
66

Methinks
it is
by Heaven
all,
lent;
is
40
bent,
From women
my
heart
To
light
on Alysoun.
BLOW, NORTHERN WIND

(About 1300)
I
know a maid
full
in
bower
bright,
That
seemly
is
to sight
Maid of majesty and might, Of loyal heart and hand. 'Midst many a nobler one
A
I
maid
of blood
and bone
know
not even none
So
fair in all the land.
Blow, Northern Wind, Send thou me my sweeting Blow, Northern Wind, blow, blow, blow.
10
With her long and Forehead and face

Blest be the joy
lovely tresses,
fair for caresses
my
lady blesses
15
That bird so bright in bour, With lovesome eyes so large and good With blissful brows beneath her hood, He that once hung upon the Rood Her life holds in honour. Blow, Northern Wind, Send thou me my sweeting Blow, Northern Wind, blow, blow, blow.
20
Her face is full As a lantern in
of light,
the night
bright,
She sheds a radiance
25
SONGS AND BALLADS

So fair is she and fine. Her neck is slender to enfold Her loving arms bring joy untold Her little hands are soft to hold
167
Would God
that she were mine. Blow, Northern Wind, Send thou me my sweeting Blow, Northern Wind, blow, blow, blow.
30
She She
She
is
coral of goodnesse
Ruby
is
she of rightfulnesse
christal of cleannesse
35
Beauty's banner she.

is lily
of largesse
Periwinkle of promesse
She the sunflower of sweetnesse
40
Lady
of loyalty.
Blow, Northern Wind, Send thou me my sweeting Blow, Northern Wind, blow, blow, blow.
For her love For her love For her love
I grieve
mourn and moan, and groan,

is
45
my
And
wax
all
good wan.
gone
For her love in sleep I sigh For her love I wakeful lie For her love I droop and cry More than any man. Blow, Northern Wind, Send thou me my sweeting Blow, Northern Wind, blow, blow, blow.
50
55
68
WHEN THE NIGHTINGALE

When
And
SINGS.
the nightingale sings, the woodes waxen greene, Leaf and grass and blossom springs, in Averil I weene,
love
is
to
Night and day

teene.
my hearte gone, with my blood it drinks,
a spear so keene, mine heartes death to

[trouble]
have loved all this year, that I can love no more, 5 have sighed many sighs, Lady, for thine ore, [grace] Ne'er my love comes near to thee, and that me grieveth sore. Sweetest Lady think on me, I loved thee of yore.
I I
Sweetest Lady, speak I pray, one word of love to me,
While
in this
wide world I
stay, I'll seek for
Your kind
free,
love might give
me
bliss,
none but thee, 10 from pain might set me
sweet kiss of thy dear mouth, might
my
surgeon be.
Sweetest Lady, here I pray, one boon of love bestowe,

If
you love me, as men say, as I, dearest, knowe, you will it, look on me, just a look will showe, So much have I thought of thee, I all ghastly growe.
If
15
Between Linc61n and Lindesey, North-Hamptoun and Londoune, I wot not of so fair a may, by tower, dale, or toune, [maid] Dearest one, I humbly pray, love me a little soone.
I
now
will plain
my
it
song,
20
To
her to
whom
doth belong.
SONGS AND BALLADS
1 69
UBI SUNT QUI ANTE NOS FUERUNT?

(About 1350)
Where are they that lived before, Hounds they led and hawks they bore And had both field and chase?
Ladies rich in bowers fair, Nets of gold bind up the hair, Rosy-bright of face.
5
and drank and made them glad was all with pleasure led, Men kneeled them beforn, They bore themselves full proud and high
ate
They
Their
life
10
And
in the twinkling of
an eye
Their souls were
all forlorn.
Where is that laughing and that song The pride with which they passed along, The hawk, and hound, and bower?
All that joy
is
15
That weal
is
gone away, come to welaway,
To many
a bitter hour.
They took their heaven while they were here And now in hell they lie in fere; [together] The fire it burneth ever, Long is ay, and long is o, Long is wy, and long is wo, From thence come they never.
20
170
EARTH.
That
this singular
readily understood, the

capital wherever
it
is
and impressive little poem may be more word earth has been here printed with a used to signify man, the creature made of
This emphasizes the distinction between word earth is used throughout
the dust of the earth.
the different senses in which the
the poem.
Earth out of earth is wondrously wrought, Earth of earth hath got a dignity of naught, Earth upon earth hath set all his thought, How that Earth upon earth may be high brought. Earth upon earth would be a King; But how Earth shall to earth thinketh nothing;
5
When
Then
that earth biddeth Earth his rentes

shall
home
bring,
Earth out of earth have a piteous parting.
Earth upon earth winneth castles and towers, saith Earth to earth: "Now all this is ours!" 10 When that Earth upon earth hath built up his bowers, Then shall Earth upon earth suffer sharp showres. [battles]
Then
Earth goes upon earth as mold upon mold, So goes Earth upon earth all glittering in gold,' As though Earth unto earth never go should, And yet Earth shall to earth before that he would.
15
To
thou Earth that on earth travailest night and day, deck thee, Earth, to paint thee with wanton array; Yet shalt thou, Earth, for all thy earth, make thou it never
so quaint
and gay,
20
Out
of this earth into the earth, there to cling as a clod of

clay.
SONGS AND BALLADS
171
O wretched man, why art thou proud that art of earth maked ? Hither broughtest thou no shroud, but poor came thou and naked! When thy soul is gone out, and thy body in earth raked, Then thy body that was rank and undevout, of all men is
hated.
Out
of this earth
came
to this earth this
wretched garment, 25
To
hide this Earth, to hap this Earth, to him was clothing

lent;
goes Earth upon earth, rueful, ragged, and rent, Therefore shall Earth under earth have hideous torment.
Now
Why
that Earth too
must love
earth,
wonder me
think,
Or why
that Earth for superflue earth, too sore sweat will

[toil]
or swink;
30
For when that Earth upon earth is brought within the brink, Then shall Earth of the earth have a rueful swink.
Earth upon earth, consider thou may Earth cometh into earth naked alway, should Earth upon earth go now so stout or gay When Earth shall pass out of earth in so poor array?
So,
How Why
35
Therefore, thou Earth upon earth that so wickedly hast
wrought,
While that thou, Earth,

thought,
art
upon
earth, turn again thy
And pray
to that
God upon
earth that
all
the earth hath
wrought,
That thou, Earth upon
earth, to bliss
may
be brought.
40
O Thou
Let not
Lord
this
that
madest
ill,
this earth for this Earth,
and
suffered here paines
Earth for
this earth evil e'er spille, [destroy]
172

this earth this earth
But that this Earth on So that this Earth from
be ever working
Thy
high
will,
hill.
may
fly
up
to
Thy
Amen.
45
LIFE.
The
life
of this world
Is ruled with wind,
Weeping, darkness,
And
With With With With With With With With
stirring:
[unrest]
wind we blowen, wind we lassen: weeping we comen,

weeping we passen.
stirring
stirring
[blossom]
we beginnen, we enden, dread we dwellen, dread we enden.
10
AVE MARIA.
The
Ave maris star upon
stella
the sea
Dei mater alma

Blessed mayest thou be
Atque semper virgo Pray thy son for me

Felix
celi
porta
to thee.
That
may come
SONGS AND BALLADS
73
LULLABY
I
saw a
fair
maiden
little
a-sitting to sing
She
lulled a
child,
a sweete lording
Lullaby Lullaby
my my
litling,
my
dear son,
my
sweeting,
dear heart,
my own
dear darling.
That child is the Lord who hath made everything, Of all lords he is Lord, of all kings he is King.
Lullaby,
etc.
There was mickle melody

Lullaby,
etc.
in that child's birth
All dwellers in heaven's bliss, they
made mickle mirth

10
Angels brought their song that night and said unto the child "Blessed be thou and so be she that is both meek and mild."
Lullaby,
etc.
Pray we now
to that
Child and his Mother dear
To
grant them his blessing that
now make good
cheer.
15
Lullaby Lullaby
my my
litling,
my
dear son,
my
sweeting,
dear heart
my own
dear darling.
LULLABY
Lullay, lullay,
little
child!
Why
weepest thou so sore ? Needes must thou weep, Thou wert doomed of yore
Ever Ever
to live in sorrow, to sigh
and
strive,
As thy
fathers did ere this
174

Whilst they were
alive.
little
Lullay, lullay,
child!
Child
lullay, lullow!
10
To
this
world unknown
Sadly come art thou.

Beasts and birds and
cattle,
The fishes in the flood, And each thing that liveth
15
Made When
bone and blood, into the world they come They do themselves some good, All but that poor imp
of
That With
That
is
of
Adam's
blood.
of this world's wild
20
care art thou beset;
Thou knowest naught

is
before thee
betideth
set.
Child,
if it
That Time shall prosper thee, Think how thou wert fostered
25
On
thy mother's knee;

in thine heart
Ever mind thee
Of those thinges three Whence thou earnest, where thou And what shall come of thee.
Lullay, lullay,
little
art,
30
child!
Child
lullai, lullay!
With sorrow thou earnest to this world, With sorrow shalt wend away. O!
trust not to this world,
35
It is
thy
fell foe.
The rich it maketh The poor man sick

It
poor,
also.
turneth
woe
to
weal
40
SONGS AND BALLADS

also weal to woe. Trust not man this changing world While it turneth so.
75
And
Lullay, lullay,
little
child!
The
foot
is
How
'twill
on the wheel, turn thou knowest
45
not,
Whether
to
woe
or weal.
Child, thou art a pilgrim In wickedness yborn;
Thou wanderest in this Look thou well beforn.
false
world
blast
50
Death shall come with sudden Out of the darkness hoar, Adam's children down to cast,
Adam
he slew before.
little
55
child!
Lullay, lullay,
Adam
did woes oppress In the land of Paradise
Through Satan's wickedness.

Child, thou'rt not a pilgrim,
60
But a helpless guest. Thy day already told,
Thy
lot
already cast.
shalt
Whether thou
wend
65
North, or East, or West,
Death shall thee With bitter bale

Child
betide,
in breast.
little
Lullay, lullay,
child!
lullay, lullow!
To
this
unknown world
70
Sadlv come art thou.
176
DEATH
Death, rock me to sleep, Bring me to quiet rest, Let pass my weary guiltless ghost
Out
of
my
careful breast.
bell;
Toll on the passing
5
will
Ring out my doleful knell; Thy sound my death abroad For I must die, There is no remedy.
tell,
My
pains
who can
express?
10
Alas, they are so strong;
My dolours will not suffer strength My life for to prolong.

Toll on the passing bell;
Ring out my doleful knell; Thy sound my death abroad For I must die, There is no remedy.
Alone
1 wail
in prison strong
15
will tell,
my
destiny.
this cruel
20
Woe
Must
worth
hap
that I
taste this misery.
Ring out
my
doleful knell;
will tell,
Thy sound my
death abroad For I must die, There is no remedy.
25
Farewell,
my
pleasures past,
Welcome my
I feel
present pain.
my
torment so increase
30
SONGS AND BALLADS

That
life
77
cannot remain.
Ring out
my
doleful knell;
will
tell,
Thy sound my
death abroad For I must die, There is no remedy.

bell;
35
Cease now the passing
Ring out my doleful knell. For thou my death dost tell. Lord pity thou my soul. Death doth draw nigh. Sound dolefully For now I die,
I die, I die.
40
PART THIRD
(gnifltog
(Usurer
13407-1400
THE DETHE OF BLAUNCHE THE DUCHESSE

(1369)
THE DREAM
{Lines 2QI-Q47)
Me
And (Me And
thoghte thus,
that
my
hit
was May,
al
in the
dawenyng
I lay,
mette thus,) in
bed
naked,
[/
dreamed]
loked forth, for I was
waked
5
[their]
With smale foules a gret hepe, That had affrayed me out of my slepe Through noise and swetnesse of her song And as me mette they sate a-mong Upon my chambre roof wyth-oute
Upon the tyles over al a-boute, And songen, everich in his wyse, The moste solempne servyse By note, that ever man, I trowe, Hadde herd; for som of hem songe lowe Som hye, and al of oon acorde.
10
[them]
15
[one]
To
telle shortly, at
00 worde,
l8o

never herd so swete a Steven,
[voice]
Was
But hit hadde be a thyng of heven, So mery a soun, so swete entunes, That certes, for the towne of Tewnes, I nolde but I hadde herd hem synge, For al my chambre gan to rynge Through syngyng of hir armonye. For instrument nor melodye Was nowher herd yet half so swete
20
25
Nor
of accorde half so mete;

of
For ther was noon
To To
synge, for ech of
hem that feyned hem him peyned

[skiljul]
fynde out mery crafty notes;

not hir throtes.
They ne spared
30
And sooth to seyn my chambre was Ful wel depeynted, and with glas Were al the wyndowes wel y-glased Ful clere, and nat an hole y-crased, That to beholde hit was gret joye; For hoolly al the storie of Troye Was in the glasyng y-wrought thus, Of Ector, and of kyng Priamus;
Of Of
Achilles,
[cracked]
35
and
of
Lamedon,
of Jasoun;
And And
And
eke of
Medea and
and
40
Paris, Eleyne,
of
Lavyne;
alle the walles
with colours fyne
Were
peynted, bothe text and glose,
al the
My
Romaunce of the Rose. wyndowes weren shet echon
45
And through the glas the sunne shon Upon my bed with bryghte bemes, With many glade, gilden stremes; And eek the welken was so fair,
Blew, bryght, clere was the
air,
[sky]
50
[mild]
And
ful
attempre forsothe
hit
was;
BLAUNCHE THE DUCHESSE

For nother
to cold
l8l
Ne
'Hit
in al the
nor hoot hit nas, welkene was a clowde.
{343)
happed
that I
cam on a day
companye
(84)
[saw]
Into a place there that I say
55
Trewly the
fayrest
Of
ladyes, that ever
man
with ye
[eye]
Had
seen to-gedres in 00 place.
Shal I clepe hyt hap, other grace
That broghte me ther? Nay, but Fortune That is to lyen ful commune. [thai commonly
60
deceives]
Among
these ladies thus echoon,
[816]
Soth to seven, I sawgh oon

lyk noon of the route For I dar swere, withoute doute, That as the someres sonne bryght Is fairer, clerer, and hath more lyght Than any other planete in heven,
That was
65
The mone
or the sterres seven,
For all the worlde so had she Surmounted hem alle of beaute
70
'I
saw
hir
daunce so comlily,
so
[847]
Carole and synge so swetely,
Laughe and pleye
womanly,
75
And
loke so debonairly,
So goodly speke and so friendly, That certes, I trowe that ever-more
Nas seyn
so blisful a tresore,
For every heer on hir hede, Soth to seyn, it was not rede, Ne nouther yelw, ne broun it nas, Me thoghte most lyk gold it was. 'And whiche yen my lady hadde!
80
82
Debonair, goode, glade, and sadde, [constant, steady] Symple, of goode mochel, noght to wyde, Ther-to hir look nas not a-syde,
85
Ne
overthwert, but beset so wel,
Hit drew and took up everydel

Alle that on hir gan be-holde.
Hir yen semed anoon she wolde Have mercy, fooles wenden so,
90
But
hit
was never
the rather do.
Hit was no countrefeted thyng, Hit was hir owne pure lokyng, That the goddesse, dame Nature,
95
Had made hem opene by mesure, And close; for were she never so glad
Hir lokyng was not foly sprad, Ne wildely, thogh that she pleyde; But ever me thoghte hir yen seyde, "By God, my wrathe is al for-yive!" Therwith hir liste so wel to live,
[foolishly scattered]
ioo
That dulnesse was
of hir a-drad.
She nas to sobre, ne to glad. In alle thynges more mesure
105
{SSi)
Had
never, I trowe, creature.
'Hir throte, as I have now memoire Semed a round tour of yvoire Of good gretnesse, and noght to grete.
(944)
910
[i.e.,
And
gode, faire, White, she hete.
Blanche]
PARLEMENT OF FOULES
1 83
From
"THE PARLEMENT OF FOULES."

(About 1382)
But
first
As, yeer be yere,
were chosen foules for was alwey hir usance
to synge,
To synge a roundel at hir departynge, To don to Nature honour and plesaunce.

The note, I trowe, y-maked was in Fraunce; The wordes were swiche as ye may here fynde The nexte vers, as I now have in mynde.
'Now welcom, somer, with thy sonne softe, That hast this wintres weders overshake
675
680
And
driven a-wey the longe nyghtes blake;
Seynt Valentyn, that art ful hy on
lofte,
Thus syngen smale
foules for thy sake

softe,
Now
welcom, somer, with thy sonne
685
That hast
this wintres weders overshake.
Wele han they cause for to gladen ofte, Sith ech of them recovered hath his make;
Ful
blisful
[mate]
mowe
they ben
when they awake.

softe
Now
And
welcom, somer, with thy sonne

this wintres
690
That hast
weders overshake
driven a-wey the longe nightes blake.
84
From
THE LEGEND OF GOOD WOMEN

(About 1385)
THE PROLOGUE
A
And
That That
thousand tymes I have herd

there
is
men
telle,
That
joy in hevene,
and peyne
in helle,
I acorde
wel that
it is
so;
But, natheles, yet wot I wel also,

ther
is
noon dwellyng
in this countree,
eythir hath in hevene or in helle y-be,
Ne may of hit noon other weyes witen, But as he hath herd seyde, or founde it writen; For by assay ther may no man it preve. But God forbede but men shulde leve Wel more thing than men han seen with eye! Men shal not wenen everything a lye But if hymselfe it seeth, or elles dooth;
[believe]
10
For,
God
wot, thing
is
never the lasse sooth,
Thogh
every wight ne
may
it
not y-see.
al,
15
Bernarde, the monke, ne saugh nat
parde!
Than mote we to bokes that we fynde, (Thurgh which that olde thinges ben in mynde)
And
to the doctrine of these olde
wyse,
Yeve credence, in every skylful wise, That tellen of these olde appreved stories, Of holynesse, of regnes, of victories, Of love, of hate, of other sondry thynges,
20
Of whiche I may not maken rehersynges. And if that olde bokes were awey,
Y-lorne were of remembraunce the key.
25
Wel ought us, thanne, hon6uren and beleve These bokes, ther we han noon other preve.
LEGEND OF GOOD WOMEN
185
And
as for me, though that I konne but lyte,

to rede I
On
bokes for
to
me
delyte,
ful credence,
30
And And
So
in
hem myn
yive I feyth
and
herte have
hem
in reverence
hertely, that ther is
game noon
[amusement]
That from my bokes maketh me to goon, But it be seldom on the holyday, Save, certeynly, whan that the month of May Is comen, and that I here the foules synge, And that the floures gynnen for to sprynge, Farewel my boke, and my devocion!
thanne suche a condicion, mede, Than love I most thise floures white and rede, Suche as men callen daysyes in our toun. To hem have I so grete affeccioun, As I seyde erst, whan comen is the May, That in my bed ther daweth me no day, That I nam up and walkyng in the mede, To seen this floure agein the sonne sprede,
I
35
Now
have
40
That
of alle the floures in the
45
Whan
That
it
uprysith erly by the morwe;
blisful sighte softneth al
my
sorwe,
50
So glad
am
I,
whan
it
that I have presence
Of it, to doon As she that is
alle reverence,
of alle floures flour,
Fulfilled of al vertue
And And And
evere Hike faire,

I love
it,
and honour, and fresshe
of hewe.
55
and evere
til
ylike newe,
ever shal,
that
myn
herte dye;
Al swere I nat, of this I wol nat lye; Ther loved no wight hotter in his lyve.
And whan
As sone
that
it is
eve I renne blyve,
[quickly]
60
as evere the sonne gynneth weste,
To seen this flour, how it wol go to reste, For fere of nyght, so hateth she derknesse! Hir chere is pleynly sprad in the brightnesse
[face]
86

it
Of
the sonne, for ther
wol unclose.
prose,
65
Alias, that I ne
had Englyssh, ryme or

that
Suffisant this flour to preyse aright!
But helpeth ye
Ye
In
lovers, that
this case
han konnyng and myght, kan make of sentement;

70
lab6ur,
in
oghte ye be diligent
To
forthren
me somewhat
my
Whethir ye ben with the Leef or with the Flour; For wel I wot, that ye han her-biforne Of makynge ropen, and lad awey the come; [poetry reaped] And I come after, glenyng here and there, 75 And am ful glad if I may fynde an ere Of any goodly word that ye han left. And thogh it happen me rehercen eft [after] That ye han in your fresshe songes sayede, Forbereth me, and beth not evele apayede, [ill pleased] 80 Syn that ye see I do it in the honour Of love, and eke in service of the flour Whom that I serve as I have witte or myght. She is the clerenesse and the verray lyght, That in this derke worlde me wynt and ledyth, [turns] 85
The herte in-with my sorwful brest yow dredith, And loveth so sore, that ye ben verrayly The maistresse of my witte, and nothing I.
[reveres]
My worde, my werk, is knyt so in youre bond That as an harpe obeieth to the hond, That maketh it soune after his fyngerynge, Ryght so mowe ye oute of myn herte bringe Swich vois, ryght as yow lyst, to laughe or pleyne; Be ye my gide, and lady sovereyne. As to my erthely god, to yowe I calle, Bothe in this werke, and in my sorwes alle. But wherfore that I spake to yive credence To olde stories, and doon hem reverence, And that men mosten more thyng beleve
Then
they
90
95
may
seen at eye or
elles preve,
100

That
I
87
shal I seyn,
whanne
that I see
my
tyme
[anxious]
may
nat al attones speke in ryme.
My
To
besy gost, that thursteth alwey newe,

seen this flour so yong, so fresshe of hewe,
Constreyned
me
with so gledy desire,
[glowing]
105
That in myn herte I feele yet the fire, That made me to ryse er it wer day, And this was now the firste morwe of May, With dredful hert, and glad devocion
For
to
ben at the resurreccion
no
(5f this flour,
whan
that
it
shulde unclose
Agayne the sonne, that roos as rede as rose, That in the brest was of the beste, that day, [beast, That Agenores doghtre ladde away. And doun on knes anon-ryght I me sette,
i.e.
Taurus]
115
And
as I koude, this fresshe flour I grette,

til it
Knelyng alwey,
unclosed was,
[sweet]
Upon
the smale, softe, swote gras,
That was with floures swote enbrouded al, Of swich swetnesse, and swich odour over-al, That for to speke of gomme, or herbe, or tree, Comparisoun may noon y-maked be; For it surmounteth pleynly al odoures,
of riche beaute alle floures. Forgeten had the erthe his pore estate Of wyntir, that him naked made and mate, And with his swerd of colde so sore greved;
[broidered]
120
And
125
[weak]
Now
hath the atempresonne

it
al that releved
[mild]
That naked was, and clad
new agayne.
130
[bag-net]
The smale
That
foules, of the
sesoun fayne,
[jrightened\
ben scaped, Upon the foweler, that hem made a-whaped In wynter, and distroyed hadde hire broode,
of the panter
and
the nette
To
In his dispite hem thoghte it did hem goode synge of hym, and in hir songe dispise
foule cherle, that, for his coveytise,
135
The
FROM CHAUCER TO WYATT AXD SURREY
Had hem
betrayed with his sophistrye.
This was hir songe, 'The foweler we deffye, And al his crafte.' And somme songen clere Layes of love, that joye it was to here, In worshipynge and in preysing of hir make; And, for the newe blisful somers sake, Upon the braunches ful of blosmes softe,
In hire delyt, they turned
140
[mate]
hem
ful ofte,
And
songen, 'Blessed be Seynt Valentyne!
145
For on his day I chees you to be myne, Withouten repentyng myne herte swete!' And therewithal hire bekes gonnen meete, Yeldyng honour and humble obeysaunces To love, and diden hire othere observaunces That longeth onto love, and to nature; Construeth that as yow lyst, I do no cure. And tho that hadde don unkyndenesse,
(As doth the tydif, for newfangelnesse,) Besoghte mercy of hir trespassynge, And humblely songen hir repentynge, And sworen on the blosmes to be trewe, So that hire makes wolde upon hem rewe,
150
[I care not]
[those]
[titmouse)
155
[forgive them]
And
at the laste
maden
hir acorde.
Al founde they Daunger for a tyme a lord, Yet Pitee, thurgh his stronge gentil myght, Foryaf, and made Mercy passen Ryght,
[\>ower to
harm]
161
Thurgh Innocence, and

But
I ne clepe
it
ruled Curtesye.
folye,
innocence
vertue
is
Ne
fals pitee, for
the
mene;
al malice,
mean, average]
165
As Ethike
seith, in
swich maner I mene.
And
thus thise foweles, voide of
Acordeden to love, and laften vice Of hate, and songen alle of oon acorde, 'Welcome Somer, oure governour and lorde.' And Zepherus and Flora gentilly Yaf to the floures, softe and tenderly,

His swoote breth, and made hem for to sprede, As god and goddesse of the floury mede. In whiche me thoght I myghte, day by day, Dwellen alwey, the joly month of May,
[sweet]
89
175
Withouten
slepe,
withouten mete or drynke.
Adoun
gan to synke, elbowe and my syde, longe day, I shoop me for to abide, For nothing ellis, and I shal nat lye, But for to loke upon the dayesie, That men by resoun wel it calle may
ful softely I
And The
lenynge on
myn
180
[planned]
The The
dayesie, or elles the ye of day,
185
alle.
emperice, and floure of floures
I pray to
God
that faire
mote she
falle,
[good
may
befall]
And
alle that
loven floures, for hire sake!
But, natheles, ne wene nat that I
make
[make poetry]
190
In preysing of the Flour agayn the Leef,
No more
For as
I
than of the corne agayn the sheef;

[retained by]
[not i.e.
to me nys lever noon, ne lother, nam witholden yit with never nother. Ne I not who serveth Leef, ne who the Flour,
ne wot]
Wel browken they

For
hir service or labour!
[may they enjoy]

[cask-weight]
this thing is al of
another tonne,
195
was begonne. Whan that the sonne out of the southe gan weste, And that this flour gan close, and goon to reste, For derknesse of the nyght, the which she dredde,
olde storye, er swiche thinge
Of
200
Home to myn house full swiftly I me spedde To goon to reste, and erly for to ryse, To seen this flour to-sprede, as I devyse.
And
in a
litel
herber that I have,
[arbor]
That benched was on turves fressh y-grave, 205 I bad men sholde me my couche make; For deyntee of the newe someres sake, [for the sake of enjoying] I had hem strawen floures on my bed. Whan I was leyde, and hadde myn eyen hed, [hid]
190
I fel

on
slepe, in-with
an houre or two.
210
[/
Me
mette
how
I lay in the
medewe
tho,
dreamed]
[revere]
To seen this flour that I love so and drede And from a-fer come walkyng in the mede The god of Love, and in his hand a quene, And she was clad in real habite grene,
[royal]
215
fret of
gold she hadde next her heer.
[ornament]
And upon that a white crowne she beer, With flourouns smale, and I shal nat lye, For al the worlde ryght as a dayesye
Y-corouned is with white leves lyte, So were the flourouns of hire coroune white; For of o perle, fyne, oriental, Hire white coroune was i-maked al For which the white coroune above the grene
[florets]
220
[one]
Made
hire lyke a daysie for to sene, Considered eke hir fret of golde above. Y-clothed was this myghty god of Love In silke enbrouded, ful of grene greves, In-with a fret of rede rose leves, The fresshest syn the worlde was first bygonne His gilte here was corowned with a sonne In stede of golde, for hevynesse and wyghte;
225
[groves]
230
Therwith
me
thoght his face shon so brighte

scarcely]
That wel unnethes myght I him beholde; [uneasily, And in his hande me thoght I saugh him holde
Two
And
firy
dartes as the gledes rede,
[gleeds, brands]
235
aungelyke his wynges saugh I sprede. And, al be that men seyn that blynd is he, [all the same] Algate me thoghte that he myghte se; For sternely on me he gan byholde, So that his loking doth myn herte colde. 240 And by the hande he helde this noble quene,
Crowned with
white,
and clothed
al in
grene,
So womanly, so benigne, and so meke, That in this world, thogh that men wolde seke,

Half hire beute shulde men nat fynde In creature that formed is by Kynde. And therfore may I seyn, as thynketh me, This song in preysyng of this lady fre.
191
245
[Nature]
[say]
Hyde Absalon, thy

Ester, ley thou thy
gilte tresses clere;
al adoun; Hyde, Jonathas, al thy frendly manere; Penalopee, and Marcia Catoun, Make of youre wifhode no comparysoun; Hyde ye youre beautes, Ysoude and Eleyne;
mekenesse
250
My
Thy
lady comith, that
al this
may
disteyne.
[stain,
dim] 255
faire body lat it nat appere, Lavyne; and thou Lucresse of Rome toun, And Polixene, that boghten love so dere,
And
Hyde
Cleopatre, with
all
thy passyoun,
ye your trouthe of love,
and your renoun,

disteyne.
260
And
thou, Tesbe, that hast of love suche peyne;
My
lady comith, that
al this
may
Hero, Dido, Laudomia,
alle yfere,
[altogether]
And Phillis, hangyng for thy Demophon, And Canace, espied by thy chere,
Ysiphile, betraysed with Jason,
265
Maketh of your trouthe neythir boost ne soun, Nor Ypermystre, or Adriane, ye tweyne;
My
As
lady cometh, that al thys
may
dysteyne.
This balade may ful wel y-songen be, I have seyde erst, by my lady free; For certeynly al thise mowe nat suffice To apperen wyth my lady in no wyse. For as the sonne wole the fire disteyne, So passeth al my lady sovereyne,
270
275
That
is
so good, so faire, so debonayre,
192
I

God
that ever falle hire faire.
i. e.
prey to
For nadde comfort ben of hire presence, [we hadde, I hadde ben dede, withouten any defence, For drede of Loves wordes, and his chere, As, when tyme is, herafter ye shal here.
had
not]
280
THE CANTERBURY TALES

(Begun 1386-1387)
THE PROLOGUE
Whan
that Aprille with hise shoures soote

roote,
[sweet]
The droghte of March hath perced to the And bathed every veyne in swich licour
Of which
vertu engendred
is
moisture]
the flour;
Whan
The
Zephirus eek with his swete breeth

sprouts]
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth

tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
in the
Hath
Ram
his halfe cours y-ronne,
And smale
That slepen
maken melodye, nyght with open eye, (So priketh hem Nature in hir corages,) Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages, And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes
foweles
al the
10
[hearts]
To feme halwes, kowthe And specially, from every
sondry londes; [distant saints] ende known,] 15 Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende, The hooly blissful martir for to seke, That hem hath holpen whan that they were seeke [sick]
in
shires
Bifil that in that seson on a day, In Southwerk at the Tabard as I Redy to wenden on my pilgrymage
lay,
20
CANTERBURY TALES
93
To
Caunterbury with fill devout corage, At nyght were come into that hostelrye Wei nyne-and-twenty in a compaignye, Of sondry folk, by a venture y-falle In felaweshipe, and pilgrimes were they alle, That toward Caunterbury wolden ryde. The chambres and the stables weren wyde, And wel we weren esed atte beste. And shortly, whan the sonne was to reste, So hadde I spoken with hem everychon,
[heart]
25
30
That
was
of hir felaweshipe anon,
And made forward erly for to ryse, To take oure wey, ther as I yow devyse.
But natheless, whil I have tyme and space, Er that I ferther in this tale pace,
[agreement]
35
Me
To
thynketh
telle
it
accordaunt to resoun
it
yow
al the condici'oun
Of ech
of
hem, so as
semed me,
40
And whiche they weren, and of what degree, And eek in what array, that they were inne; And at a Knyght than wol I first begynne.
A
To
knyght
fro the
That
ther was and that a worthy man, tyme that he first bigan
riden out, he loved chivalrie,
45
Trouthe and honour, fredom and curteisie. Ful worthy was he in his lordes werre, And thereto hadde he riden, no man ferre,
As wel
in cristendom as in hethenesse,
And
ever honoured for his worthynesse.
50
[fable, s.
At Alisaundre he was whan it was wonne; Ful ofte tyme he hadde the bord bigonne Aboven all nac'ions in Pruce. In Lettow hadde he reysed and in Ruce,
note]
[travels
No
cristen
man
so ofte of his degree.
55
In Gernade at the seege eek hadde he be
194
Of Algezir, and riden in Belmarye. At Lyeys was he, and at Satalye, Whan they were wonne; and in the Grete See At many a noble armee hadde he be. [sea-expedition] At mortal battailles hadde he been fiftene, And foughten for oure feithe at Tramyssene In lystes thries, and ay slayn his foo. This ilke worthy knyght hadde been also
Somtyme with
the lord of PalatVe
60
65
Again another hethen in Turkye; And evermoore he hadde a sovereyn prys. And though that he were worthy, he was wys, And of his port as meeke as is a mayde. He never yet no vileyn>e ne sayde, In al his lyf, unto no maner wight.
70
He was
a verray
parfit, gentil
knyght.
But for to tellen yow of his array, His hors weren goode, but he ne was nat gay; Of fustian he wered a gypon [doublet] 75 Al bismotered with his habergeon [hauberk, coat of mail] For he was late y-come from his viage, And wente for to doon his pilgrymage. With hym ther was his sone, a yong Squier, A lovyere and a lusty bacheler, 80 With lokkes crulle as they were leyd in presse.
Of twenty yeer of age he was, I gesse, Of his stature he was of even lengthe,
[quick] And wonderly delyvere and greet of strengthe; And he hadde been somtyme in chyvachie, [campaign]
85
In Flaundres, in Artoys and Pycardie, And born hym weel, as of so litel space, In hope to stonden in his lady grace. Embrouded was he, as it were a meede Al
ful of fresshe floures
[embroidered]
whyte and reede;
90
Syngynge he was, or floytynge, al the day; He was as fressh as is the monthe of May.
CANTERBURY TALES
Short was his gowne, with sieves longe and wyde;
95
Wei koude he
sitte
on hors and
faire ryde;
He koude
Juste
songes
make and wel
endite,
95
and eek daunce and weel purtreye and write. [night-time] So hoote he lovede that by nyghtertale He sleep namoore than dooth a nyghtyngale. Curteis he was, lowely and servysable,
And
carf biforn his fader at the table.
100
[no more]
A Yeman
And
hadde he and servants namo
At that tyme, for hym liste ride soo; he was clad in cote and hood of grene. A sheef of pocock arwes, bright and kene, [peacock] Under his belt he bar ful thriftily Wel koude he dresse his takel yemanly; His arwes drouped noght with fetheres lowe And in his hand he baar a myghty bowe. [crop -lie ad] A not-heed hadde he, with a broun visage. Of woodecraft wel koude he al the usage. Upon his arm he baar a gay bracer [arm-guard] And by his syde a swerd and a bokeler. And on that oother syde a gay daggere. Harneised wel and sharpe as point of spere; A Cristophere on his brest of silver sheene; [shone] 115 An horn he bar, the bawdryk was of grene. [shoulder-belt] A forster was he, soothly as I gesse.
Ther was also a Nonne, a Prior esse, That of hir smylyng was ful symple and coy; Hire grettest ooth was but by seinte Loy, And she was cleped madame Eglentyne.
Ful weel she soong the service dyvyne, Entuned in hir nose ful semely, And Frenssh she spake ful faire and fetisly
After the scole of Stratford-atte-Bowe,
120
[called]
[neatly]
For Frenssh of Parys was to hire unknowe. At mete wel y-taught was she with-alle,
196
She
leet

no morsel from
hir lippes falle,
Ne
wette hir fyngres in hir sauce depe.
Wei koude she carie a morsel and wel kepe. That no drope ne fille upon hire breste; In curteisie was set ful muchel hir leste.
Hire over-lippe wyped she so clene, That in hir coppe ther was no ferthyng sene
130
[jell]
[joy]
Of grece, whan she dronken hadde hir draughte. 135 Ful semely after hir mete she raughte. [reached]
And sikerly she was of greet desport. And ful plesaunt and amyable of port. And peyned hire to countrefete cheere
Of
Court, and been estatlich of manere.
to
[surely]
[looks]
[dignified]
140
ben holden digne of reverence. But for to speken of hire conscience, [sympathy] She was so charitable and so pitous She wolde wepe if that she saugh a mous Kaught in a trappe, if it were deed or bledde. 145 Of smale houndes hadde she that she fedde With rosted flessh, or milk and wastel breed; [fine white bread] But soore wepte she if oon of hem were deed, Or if men smoot it with a yerde smerte; [stick smartly] And al was conscience and tendre herte. 150 Ful semyly hir wympul pynched was; [breast-cover]
[shapely] Hire nose tretys, hir eyen greye as glas, Hir mouth ful smal and there-to softe and reed,
And
But sikerly she hadde a fair forheed; was almost a spanne brood I trowe, For, hardily, she was not undergrowe. Ful fetys was hir cloke, as I was war;
It
155
[surely]
[neat]
Of smal
coral aboute hire
arm
al
she bar
peire of bedes,
gauded
first
with grene,
And
ther-on heng a brooch of gold ful sheene,

write a
160
On
which ther was

after
crowned A,
And
Amor
vincit omnia.
Another Nonne with hire hadde she
CANTERBURY TALES
That was
hir Chapeleyne,
I97
and Preestes
thre.
A Monk
An
ther was, a fair for the maistrie,

[hunting]
able.
165
outridere, that lovede venerie;

to
manly man,
been an abbot
Ful
many a deyntee hors hadde he in stable, And whan he rood men myghte his brydel heere G/nglen in a whistlynge wynd als cleere, And eeke as loude as dooth the chapel belle.
this lord
170
Ther as
was keepere
of the celle,
The
reule of seint
Maure
or of seint Beneit,
By-cause that it was olde and som-del streit, This ilke Monk leet olde thynges pace, And heeld after the newe world a space. He yaf nat of that text a pulled hen That seith that hunters beth nat hooly men, Ne that a Monk whan he is reechelees [without
Is likned
til
[slrict]
175
direction]
[to]
a fissh that
is
waterlees:
This
is to
seyn, a
Monk
out of his cloystre.
But
thilke text heeld he nat
worth an oystre;
[that
same]
[mad]
And I seyde his opini'oun was good What sholde he studie and make hymselven wood, Upon a book in cloystre alwey to poure, Or swynken with his handes and laboure,
As Austyn bit? How shal the world be served? Lat Austyn have his swynk to him reserved. Therfore he was a prikasour aright; [hard Grehoundes he hadde; as swift as fowel.in flight: Of prikyng and of hunting for the hare Was al his lust, for no cost wolde he spare.
I seigh his sieves y-purfiled at the
185
[[oil]
[bids]
rider]
190
hond
[trimmed]
[gray jur]
With
grys,
and
that the fyneste of a lond;
And for to festne his hood under his chyn He hadde of gold y-wroght a ful curious pyn,
love knotte in the gretter ende ther was. His heed was balled that shoon as any glas, And eek his face as he hadde been enoynt.
195
190

200
[protruding]
He was a lord ful fat and in good poynt; Hise eyen stepe and rollynge in his heed,
That stemed
as a forneys of a leed; [glowed like furnace His bootes souple, his hors in greet estaat. under caldron] Now certeinly he was a fair prelaat. He was nat pale, as a forpyned goost: [tormented] 205 A fat swan loved he best of any roost; His palfrey was as broun as is a berye.
A Feere
A
ther was, a
wantowne and a merye,

210
lymytour, a ful solempne man,
In alle the ordres foure is noon that kan So muchel of daliaunce and fair langage; He hadde maad ful many a manage Of yonge wommen at his owene cost:
Unto his ordre he was a noble post. Ful wel biloved and famulier was he
215
With frankeleyns over
al in his contree;
eek with worthy wommen of the toun, For he hadde power of confess'ioun, As seyde hym-self, moore than a curat, For of his ordre he was licenciat. Ful swetely herde he confess'ioun, And pleasaunt was his absolucioun. He was an esy man to yeve penaunce Ther as he wiste to have a good pitaunce; For unto a poure ordre for to yive
And
220
225
[boast]
Is signe that a
man
is
wel y-shryve;
For,
if
he
yaf,
he dorste
make avaunt
repentaunt:
He
wiste that a
man was
For many a man so harde is of his herte He may nat wepe al thogh hym soOre smerte,
Therfore in stede of wepynge and preyeres Men moote yeve silver to the poure freres. [hood] His typet was ay farsed full of knyves
230
[stuffed]
And pynnes
for to
yeven yonge wyves;
CANTERBURY TALES
99
And
certeinly he
hadde a murye note;

[small harp]
[sowgs]
235
Wei koude he synge and pleyen on a rote: Of yeddynges he baar outrely the pris;
His nekke whit was as the nour-de-lys, Ther-to he strong was as a champioun. He knew the tavernes well in al the toun
240
[barmaid]
[leper] [beggar]
And
everich hostiler
and tappestere
Bet than a lazar or a beggestere; For unto swich a worthy man as he
To
Acorded nat, as by have with sike

It is
his facultee,
lazars aqueyntaunce;
245
[poor folks]
nat honeste,
to deelen with
al
it
may
nat avaunce
poraille;
vitaille.
For But
no swiche
with riche and selleres of

al,
And
over
ther as profit sholde arise,
was and lowely of servyse, Ther nas no man nowher so vertuous! He was the beste beggere in his hous, For thogh a wydwe hadde noght a sho, So plesaunt was his In principio,
Curteis he
250
Yet wolde he have a ferthyng er he wente: 255 His purchase was wel bettre than his rente. [profit, s. note] And rage he koude, as it were right a whelpe. In love-dayes ther koude he muchel helpe. For ther he was not lyk a cloysterer With a thredbare cope, as is a poure scoler, 260 But he was lyk a maister, or a pope; [short cloak] Of double worstede was his semycope, That rounded as a belle out of the presse. Somwhat he lipsed for his wantownesse,
To make his Englissh sweet upon his tonge, And in his harpyng, whan that he hadde songe,
His even twynkled in his heed aryght
265
As doon the sterres in the frosty nyght. This worthy lymytour was cleped Huberd.
200
A Marchant was ther with a forked berd, 270 In motteleye, and hye on horse he sat; Upon his heed a Flaunderyssh bevere hat; His bootes clasped faire and fetisly; His resons he spake ful solempnely, Sowynge alway thencrees of his wynnyng. 275 He wolde the see were kept for any thing [at any cos.] Bitwixe Middelburgh and Orewelle. Wei koude he in eschaunge sheeldes selle. This worthy man ful wel his wit bisette, Ther wiste no wight that he was in dette, 280 So estatly was he of his governaunce With his bargaynes and with his chevyssaunce, [loans] For sothe he was a worthy man with-alle, But sooth to seyn I noot how men hym calle. [know not] A Cleek ther was of Oxenford That unto logyk hadde long y-go. As leene was his hors as is a rake.
And
he nas nat right
fat, I
also
285
undertake,
over-coat]
But looked holwe, and ther-to sobrely; Ful thredbare was his overeste courtepy; [short For he hadde geten hym yet no benefice, Ne was so worldly for to have office; For hym was levere have at his beddes heed Twenty bookes clad in blak or reed Of Aristotle and his philosophie,
290
295
[harp]
Than
robes riche, or
fithele,
or gay sautrie:
[fiddle]
[albeit, although] But al be that he was a philosophre, Yet hadde he but litel gold in cofre; [get] But al that he myghte of his freendes hente On bookes and his lernynge he it spente, 300 And bisily gan for the soules preye
Of hem that yaf hym wher-with to scoleye. Of studie took me moost cure and moost heed,
Noght o word spak he moore than was neede,
[get schooling]
[care]
[one]
CANTERBURY TALES
201
And And
was seyd in forme and reverence, 305 and quyk and ful of hy sentence [meaning] Sownynge in moral vertu was his speche [lending to] And gladly wolde he lerne and gladly teche.
that
short
A Sergeant of the Lawe, war and wys, [wary, prudem] That often hadde been at the Parvys, [Church- porch, s. note] Thar was also, ful riche of excellence. Discreet he was, and of greet reverence; He semed swich, hise wordes weren so wise. Justice he was full often in Assise, By patente and by pleyn commissi'oun. [full] 315 For his science and for his heigh renoun, Of fees and robes hadde he many oon; So greet a purchasour was nowher noon, [prosecutor] Al was fee symple to hym in effect, His purchasyng myghte nat been infect, [invalidated, s. note]
Nowher
so bisy a
man
as he ther nas,
320
And
semed bisier than he was. In termes hadde he caas and doomes alle [decisions] That from the tyme of kyng William were falle; Ther-to he coude endite and make a thyng. [s. note] Ther koude no wight pynchen at his writ} ng; [find fault] 325 And every statut coude he pleyn by rote. He rood but hoomly in a medlee cote,
yet he
Girt with a ceint of silk with barres smale;
[girdle]
Of
his
array
telle
no lenger
tale.
330
A Fraxkeleyx was in his compaignye. Whit was his berd as is a dayseye, Of his complexioun he was sangwyn. Wei loved he by the morwe a sope in wyn To lyven in delit was evere his wone, For he was Epicurus owene sone, That heeld opinioun that pleyn delit
Was
verraily
felicitee
[custom] 325
[full]
parfit.
202

housholdere, and that a greet, was he:
An
was he in his contree; His breed, his ale, was alweys after oon; A better envyned man was nowher noon, Withoute bake mete was never his hous,
Seint Julian
340
[stored
with mine]
Of
It
fissh and flessh, and that so plenteuous snewed in his hous of mete and drynke. Of alle deyntees that men koude thynke
345
After the sondry sesons of the yeer,
So chaunged he his mete and his soper. Ful many a fat partrich hadde he in muwe
[coop]
[fish -pound)
And many a breem and may
a luce in stuwe.
350
Wo
was his cook but if his sauce were Poynaunt and sharpe and redy al his geere. His table dormant in his halle alway,
[fixed table]
Stood redy covered al the longe day. At sessiouns ther was he lord and sire; Ful ofte tyme he was knyght of the shire.
355
An
anlaas,
and a gipser
al of silk,
[dagger] [pouch]
morne milk; A shirreve hadde he been, and a countour. Was nowher such a worthy vavasour.
at his girdel, whit as
. .
Heeng
[auditor]
.
[land-holder]
360
A Shipman was ther, wonyng fer by weste; [dwelling] {388) For aught I woot he was of Dertemouthe. [farm-horse] He rood upon a rouncy as he kouthe, In a gowne of faldyng to the knee. [cord] 365 A daggere hangyng on a laas hadde he Aboute his nekke under his arm adoun. The hoote somer hadde maad his hewe al broun; And certeinly he was a good felawe.Ful many a draughte of wine hadde he y-drawe FroBurdeuxwardwhil that the Chapman sleepe. [merchant] 370 [heed] Of nyce conscience took he no keepe. If that he faught, and hadde the hyer hond,
By water
he sent
hem hoom
to every lond.
CANTERBURY TALES
But
203
of his craft to rekene wel his tydes, His stremes and his daungers hym bisides, 375 His herberwe and his moone, his lode-menage, [pilotage] Ther nas noon swich from Hulle to Cartage. Hardy he was, and wys to undertake: With many a tempest hadde his berd ben shake; He knew wel alle the havenes, as they were, 380 From Gootlond to the Cape of Fynystere, And every cryke in Britaigne and in Spayne. His barge y-cleped was the Maudelayne.
With us
In
ther
all this
was a Doctour of Phisik; world ne was ther noon hym lik,
385
To
speke of phisik and of surgerye; For he was grounded in astronomye. He kepte his pac'ient a ful greet deel
In houres, by his
[watched]
magyk
natureel.
[astrological hours]
Wel koude he fortunen the ascendent Of his ymages for his pacient. He knew the cause of everich maladye, Were it of hoot, or cold, or moyste, or drye,
390
And where they engendred and of what humour; He was a verray parfit praktisour. The cause y-knowe and of his harm the roote. Anon he yaf the sike man his boote. [remedy]
395
To
Ful redy hadde he his apothecaries send him drogges and his letuaries, [syrup and powder] For ech of hem made oother for to wynne, 400 Hir frendshipe nas nat newe to bigynne. Wel knew he the olde Esculapius And Deyscorides, and eke Rufus, Olde Ypocras, Haly and Galyen, Serapion, Razis and Avycen, 405 Averrois, Damascien and Constantyn, Bernard and Gatesden and Gilbertyn. Of his diete mesurable was he.
204
For But
it
FROM CHAUCER TO WYATT PND SURRF.Y

was
of
no
superfluitee,
and digestible. 410 His studie was but litel on the Bible. In sangwyn and in pers he clad was al. [red and blue] Lyned with taffata and with sendal. And yet he was but esy of dispence, [moderate in spending]
of greet norissyng
He
kepte that he
wan
in pestilence.
415
For gold
in phisik is a cordial,
Therfore he lovede gold in special.
was ther of biside Bathe, But she was som-del deef, and that was scathe, [a pity] Of clooth-makyng she hadde swich an haunt [skitt\ 420 She passed hem of Ypres and of Gaunt. In al the parisshe wif ne was ther noon That to the offrynge bifore hire sholde goon; And if ther dide, certeyn so wrooth was she, That she was out of alle charitee. 425 Hir coverchiefs ful fyne weren of ground, [head-dresses] I dorste swere they weyeden ten pound, That on a Sonday weren upon hir heed. Hir hosen weren of fyn scarlet reed, Ful streite y-teyd, and shoes ful moyste and newe; 430 Boold was hir face, and fair, and reed of hewe. She was a worthy womman al hir lyre, Housbondes at chirche dore she hadde fyve. Withouten oother compaignye in youthe, [now] 435 But ther-of nedeth nat to speke as nowthe, And thries hadde she been at Jerusalem; She hadde passed many a straunge strem; At Rome she hadde been, and at Boloigne, In Galice at Seint Jamc, and at Coloigne, She koude muchel of wandrynge by the weye. 340 Gat-tothed was she, soothly for to seye. [with teeth set apart] Upon an amblere esily she sat, Y-wympled wel, and on hir heed an hat
A Good Wif
CANTERBURY TALES
As brood
as
is
205
a bokeler or targe;
foot mantel aboute her hipes large,

hire feet a paire of spores sharpe.
[chatter]
445
And on
In felaweship wel koude she laughe and carpe; of love she knew per chaunce, For she koude of that art the olde daunce.
Of remedies
A good man was ther of religioun,

And was
But
a
450
Poure Persoun of a Toun;

was
of hooly thoght
riche he
and werk;
He was
That
also a lerned
man, a
clerk,
Cristes Gospel trewely wolde preche: His parisshens devoutly wolde he teche. Benygne he was and wonder diligent,
in adversitee ful pacient;
455
And And
swich he was y-preved ofte
sithes.
[proved] [times]
Ful looth were hym to cursen for his tithes, But rather wolde he yeven out of doubte, Unto his poure parisshens aboute, Of his offryng and eek of his substaunce: He koude in litel thyng have suffisaunce. Wyd was his parisshe and houses fer asonder,
460
But he ne
lafte
nat for reyn ne thonder,

visite
lite,
465
In siknesse nor in meschief to
The ferreste in his parisshe, muche and Upon his feet, and in his hand a staf
This noble ensample
to his
sheepe he yaf
That firste he wroghte and afterward he taughte. 470 Out of the gospel he tho wordes caughte, [those] And this figure he added eek therto, That if gold ruste what shal iren doo ? For if a preest be foul, on whom we truste, No wonder is a lewed man to ruste; [layman] 475 And shame it is, if a prest take keepe, A shiten shepherde and a clene sheepe.
Wel oghte a
preest ensample for to yive
206
By his clennesse how that his sheepe sholde lyre. He sette nat his benefice to hyre And leet his sheepe encombred in the myre, And ran to Londoun, unto Seint Poules,
480
To
Or
seken hyn a chaunterie for soules; [chantry, s. note] with a bretherhed to been withholde, [supported] But dwelte at hoom and kepte wel his folde, 485 So that the wolf ne made it nat myscarie, He was a shepherde, and noght a mercenarie: And though he hooly were and vertuous,
He was to synful man nat despitous, Ne of his speche daungerous ne digne,

But
[scornful]
490
To
But
techyng descreet and benygne, drawen folk to hevene by fairnesse,

in his
By good
it
ensample, this was his bisynesse;
were any persone obstinat, What so he were, of heigh or lough estat, Hym wolde he snybben sharply for the nonys. A bettre preest I trowe that nowher noon ys; He waited after no pompe and reverence,
495
[reprove]
Ne maked him
But
a spiced conscience,
Cristes loore,
and
his Apostles twelve,

it
500
He
taughte, but
first
he folwed
hymselve.
With hym ther was a Plowman, was his brother, That hadde y-lad of dong ful many a fother, [cart-load] [laborer] A trewe swynkere and a good was he, Lyvynge in pees and parfit charitee. 505
God
At
loved he best, with al his hoole herte,

tymes, thogh
alle
him gamed
or smerte,
[in
joy or pain]
And thanne his neighebore right as hymselve. He wolde thresshe, and therto dyke and delve,
For Cristes sake, for every poure wight, Withouten hire if it lay in his myght. His tithes payde he ful faire and wel, Bothe of his propre swynk and his catel.
510
[labor
ami
properly]
CANTERBURY TALES
In a tabard he rood upon a mere.
[short-coat]
207
Ther was
also a
Reve and a Miller.

namo.
515
A Somnour and a Pardoneb also, A Maunciple and myself, ther were

The Millere was
a stout carl for the nones,
Ful byg was he of brawn and eek of bones; That proved wel, for over-al, ther he cam, At wrastlynge he wolde have awey the ram. He was short-sholdred, brood, a thikke knarre, Ther nas no dore that he nolde heve of harre,
it at a rennyng with his heed. His berd, as any sowe or fox, was reed, And therto brood, as though it were a spade. Upon the cope right of his nose he hade
520
[knct]
[hinge]
Or breke
525
[tip]
werte,
and thereon stood a
toft of herys,
Reed as the brustles of a sowes erys; His nosethirles blake were and wyde; 530 A swerd and a bokeler bar he by his syde; His mouth as wyde was as a greet forneys, He was a janglere and a goliardeys, [loud and ribald jester] And that was moost of synne and harlotries. Wel koude he stelen corn and tollen thries, [charge thrice] 535 And yet he hadde a thombe of golde, pardee. A whit cote and a blew hood wered he. A baggepipe wel koude he blow eand sowne, And therwithal he broghte us out of towne. {566)
.
. .
The Reve was a sclendre colerik man His berd was shave as ny as ever he kan; His heer was by his erys round y-shorn, His top was doked lyk a preest biforn, Ful longe were his legges and ful lene, Y-lyk a staf, ther was no calf y-sene. ...
(5$ 7)
54
545
A Somonour
That hadde a
was
ther with us in that place,
(^3)
fyr-reed cherubynnes face,
208

[pimpled]
For sawcefleem he was, with eyen narwe.
As hoot he was, and lecherous, as a sparwe, With scaled browes blake and piled berd, Of his visage children were aferd.
^50
[scabby] [pa/chy]
555 Ful loude he soong Com hider, love to me! This Somonour bar to hym a stif burdoun, [strong bass] Was never trompe of half so greet a soun. This Pardoner hadde heer as yelow as wex But smothe it heeng as dooth a strike of flex; [hank 0} [tax] By ounces henge his lokkes that he hadde, 561 And therwith he his shuldres overspradde. But thynne it lay by colpons oon and oon; [shreds] But hood, for jolitee, ne wered he noon, For it was trussed up in his walet. 565 Hym thoughte he rood al of the newe jet; [fashion] Dischevelee, save his cappe, he rood al bare. Swiche glarynge eyen hadde he as an hare, A vernycle hadde he sowed upon his cappe; [s. note] His walet lay biforn hym in his lappe 570 Bret-ful of pardon, comen from Rome al hoot. [brimful] A voys he hadde as smal as hath a goot; No berd hadde he, ne never sholde have, As smothe it was as it were late shave; I trowe he were a geldyng or a mare. 575 But of his craft, fro Berwyk unto Ware Ne was ther swich another pardoner, [wallet] [pittow-case] For in his male he hadde a pilwe-beer, Which that, he seyde, was oure lady veyl; \slurd] 580 He seyde he hadde a gobet of the seyl That Seinte Peter hadde, whan that he wente
With hym ther rood a gentil Pardoner Of Rouncivale, his freend and his compeer, That streight was comen fro the court of Rome.
(669)
Upon the see, til Jhesu Crist hym He hadde a croys of latoun, ful of
hente.
stones,
[caught]
[brass]
CANTERBURY TALES
And
in a glas he
209
hadde pigges bones.

585
whan that he fond poure person dwellynge upon lond, Upon a day he gat hym moore moneye Than that the person gat in monthes tweye;
But with
thise relikes,
And thus He made

He was
with feyned flaterye and japes

the person
[tricks]
and
the peple his apes.

laste,
590
But, trewely to tellen atte
in chirche a noble ecclesiaste;
Wei koude he
rede a lessoun or a storie,
But alderbest he song an Offertorie; For wel he wiste whan that song was songe, He moste preche, and wel affile his tonge
595
To wynne
silver,
as he ful wel koude;

[the
Therefore he song the murierly and loude. Now have I toold you shortly, in a clause,
more merrily]
600
The
staat, tharray, the
Why
that assembled
was
nombre, and eek the cause this compaignye

Belle.
In Southwerk, at
this gentil hostelrye,
That highte the Tabard, faste by the But now is tyme to yow for to telle
How that we baren us that ilke nyght, Whan we were in that hostelrie alyght;
And And
after
al the
605
wol I telle of our viage remenaunt of oure pilgrimage.
(724) (747)
Greet chiere
made oure
hoost us everichon,
And And
to the soper sette he us anon,
610
[pleased]
served us with
vitaille at the beste:
Strong was the
A
For
semely
to
wyn and wel to drynke us leste. man Our Hooste was with-alle
in
han been a marchal
an
halle.
A A
large
he was, with eyen stepe, fairer burgeys is ther noon in Chepe;

his speche,
man
615
Boold of
and wys and
well y-taught
And
Eek
of
manhod hym lakkede

was
right naught.
therto he
right a myrie
man,
2IO

soper pleyen he bigan,
of
And after And spak
620
myrthe amonges othere thynges, Whan that we hadde maad our rekenynges; And seyde thus: 'Now, lordynges, trewely, Ye been to me right welcome, hertely; For by my trouthe, if that I shal nat lye, I ne saugh this yeer so myrie a compaignye At ones in this herberwe as is now; Fayn wolde I doon yow myrthe, wiste I how. And of a myrthe I am right now bythoght, To doon yow ese, and it shal coste noght. 'Ye goon to Canterbury God yow speede, The blisful martir quite yow youre meede! And, wel I woot, as ye goon by the weye, Ye shapen yow to talen and to pleye [prepare For trewely confort ne myrthe is noon To ride by the weye doumb as a stoon; And therfore wol I maken yow disport, As I seyde erste, and doon yow som confort. And if you liketh alle, by oon assent,
625
630
[Py]
to tell stories
635
Now
And
for to stonden at for to
my
juggement,
640
werken as
I shal
yow
seye,
To-morwe, whan ye riden by the weye, Now, by my fader soule, that is deed, But ye be myrie, smyteth of myn heed! Hoold up youre hond, withouten moore speche.' 645 Oure conseil was nat longe for to seche; [s. note] Us thoghte it was noght worth to make it wys, [deliberation] And graunted hym withouten moore avys, And bad him seye his verdit, as hym leste. 'Lordynges,' quod he, 'now herkneth for the beste; 650 But taak it nought, I prey yow, in desdeyn; This is the poynt, to speken short and pleyn, That ech of yow, to shorte with your weye,
In this viage shal
telle tales
tweye,
it
To
Caunterburyward,
mean
so,
655
CANTERBURY TALES
211
And homward
Of a ventures
he shal tellen othere two,
that
whilom han
that bereth
bifalle.
And which
That
is
of
yow
hym
beste of alle,
to seyn, that telleth in this caas
Tales of best sentence and most solaas, Shal have a soper at oure aller cost,
[wisdom]
660
Heere in
this place, sittynge
by
this post,
Whan
we come agayn fro Caunterbury. And, for to make yow the moore mury, I wol myselven gladly with yow ryde Right at myn owene cost, and be youre gyde;
that
665
And whoso
And
Tel
if
wole
my
juggement withseye
the weye.
it
Shal paye al that
we spenden by
ye vouche-sauf that
be so
anon, withouten wordes mo, wol erly shape me therfore.' This thyng was graunted, and oure othes swore With ful glad herte, and preyden hym also That he would vouche-sauf for to do so, And that he wolde been oure governour, And of our tales juge and reportour,
me
I
670
And
675
And sette a And we wol
soper at a certeyn
pris,
reuled been at his devys

(S18)
In heigh and lough; and thus, by oon assent,
We
been acorded to his juggement.
680
THE MERRY WORDS OF THE HOST TO CHAUCER

After the Prioress had told the sad tale of Hugh of Lincoln's martyrdom, the host turned to Chaucer.
Whan
seyd was al this miracle, every man As sobre was that wonder was to se,
Til that oure Hooste japen tho bigan
[jest]
212

thanne at
erst
And And
he looked upon me, 'What man artow?' quod he; 'Thou lookest as thou woldest fynde an hare; For ever upon the ground I se thee stare. Approche neer, and looke up murily.' 'Now war vow, sires, and lat this man have place;
seyde thus:
in the waast is shape as wel as I; This were a popet in an arm tenbrace For any womman, smal and fair of face. He semeth elvyssh by his contenaunce, [elvish, i.e., For unto no wight dooth he daliaunce.'
He
10
[doll!]
abstracted]
'Sey
now somwhat, syn
oother folk han sayd;
15
Telle us a tale of myrthe,
and
that anon.'
'Hooste,' quod I, 'ne beth nat yvele apayd, [disappointed] For oother tale certes kan I noon, But of a rym I lerned longe agoon.' 'Ye, that is good,' quod he, 'now shul we heere 20 Som deyntee thyng, me thynketh by his cheere!' [looks]
THE PARDONERS TALE

.
. .
Longe
erst er
Were
set
Thise riotoures thre, of whiche I prime rong of any belle, hem in a taverne for to drynke;
telle,
(661)
And
as they sat they herde a belle clynke

5
[oy]
[quickly]
Biforn a cors, was carried to his grave.
That oon of hem gan callen to his knave: 'Go bet,' quod he, 'and axe redily
What cors And looke

'
is
this that passeth heer forby,
that thou reporte his

this boy,
'
name week'
10
Sire,'
quod
it
nedeth never a deel,

heere two houres;
It
was me
toold er ye
cam
He was, pardee, an old felawe of youres, And sodeynly he was y-slayn to-nyght,
For-dronke, as he sat on his bench upright;
PARDONERS TALE
Ther cam a privee theef, men clepeth Deeth, That in this contree al the peple sleeth,
213
15
And with his spere he smoot his herte atwo, And wente his wey withouten wordes mo. He hath a thousand slayn this pestilence, And maister, er ye come in his presence,
20
Me
thynketh that
of
to
For to be war Beth redy for
Thus taughte me
were necessarie swich an adversarie; meete hym evermoore; my dame; I sey na-moore.'
it
'By Seinte Marie!' seyde this taverner, 'The child seith sooth, for he hath slayn
25
this yeer
[hence] Henne over a mile, withinne a greet village, Bothe man and womman, child, and hyne, and page; [hind]
I trowe his habitac'ioun be there;
To
Er
'Is
been avysed greet wysdom

that he dide a
it
were,
[jorwarned]
30
man
with
a dishonour.'
this riotour,
'Ye,
it
Goddes armes!" quod

swich
peril
hym
for to
meete?
strete;
I shal I
hym
seke by weye
to
and eek by
make avow
Goddes digne bones!
35
Herkneth, felawes, we thre been al ones, Lat ech of us holde up his hand til oother, And ech of us bicomen otheres brother, And we wol sleen this false traytour, Deeth; He shal be slayn, he that so manye sleeth, By Goddes dignitee, er it be nyght!'
Togidres han thise thre hir trouthes plight lyve and dyen ech of hem for oother, As though he were his owene y-bore brother; And up they stirte, al dronken, in this rage; And forth they goon towardes that village Of which the taverner hadde spoke biforn; And many a grisly ooth thanne han they sworn;
40
To
[started]
And
Cristes blessed
body they
if
to-rente,
[tear
in pieces]
[seize]
Deeth shal be deed,
that they
may hym
hente.
50
214
Whan they han goon nat fully half a mile, Right as they wolde han troden over a stile, An oold man and a poure with hem mette; This olde man ful mekely hem grette And seyed thus: 'Now, lordes, God yow see!'
The
proudeste of thise riotoures three
55
Answerde agayn,
'What,
carl with sory grace,

[art thou]
Why Why
And
artow
al
for-wrapped, save thy face?

looke in his visage,
lyvestow so longe in so greet age?'
This olde
man gan
60
seyde thus:
citee,
'For I ne kan nat fynde
man, though
that I
walked
into
Ynde,
Neither in
ne in no village,
That wolde chaunge his youth e for myn age; And therfore moot I han myn age stille, As longe tyme as it is Goddes wille. Ne Deeth, alias! ne wol nat han my lyf;
65
Thus walke
I,
lyk a resteless kaityf,
is my moodres gate, knokke with my staf, erly and late, And seye, "Leeve mooder, leet me in! Lo, how I vanysshe, flessh and blood and skyn;
And on
I
the ground, which
80
whan shul my bones been at reste? Mooder, with yow wolde I chaunge my cheste That in my chambre longe tyme hath be, Ye, for an heyre-clowt to wrappe me!" [hair shirt] But yet to me she wol nat do that grace, For which ful pale and welked is my face. [withered] 'But, sires, to yow it is no curteisye To speken to an old man vileynye, But he trespasse in word, or elles in dede. In Hooly Writ ye may your self wel rede, Agayns an oold man, hoor upon his heed,
Alias!
85
90
Ye
sholde arise; wherfore I yeve
yow
reed,
Ne
dooth unto an oold man noon harm now, Namoore than ye wolde men did to yow
95
PARDONERS TALE
In age,
I
if
215
that ye so longe abyde.
And God
moote go thider a
be with v ow, where ye go or ryde; I have to go.'
'Nay, olde cherl, by God, thou shalt nat so!' 100 [gamester] Seyde this oother hasardour anon; 'Thou partest nat so lightly, by Seint John! Thou spak right now of thilke traytour, Deeth,
That in this contree alle oure Have heer my trouthe, as thou

Telle where he
is,
freendes sleeth;
art his espye,
it
105
[pay for]
or thou shalt
abye,
By God and by
the hooly sacrement!
For soothly, thou art oon of his assent To sleen us yonge folk, thou false theef!' 'Now, sires,' quod he, 'if that ye so be
leef
,
no
To
fynde Deeth, turne up
this
croked wey
For in that grove I lafte hym, by my fey, Under a tree, and there he wole abyde; Noght for youre boost he wole him no thyng hyde. Se ye that 00k? Right there ye shal hym fynde. 115 God save yow that boghte agayn mankynde, [redeemed] And yow amende!' thus seyde this olde man;
And
everich of thise riotoures ran
cam to that tree, and ther they founde, Of floryns fyne, of gold y-coyned rounde, Wei ny a seven busshels, as hem thoughte.
Til he
120
No
lenger thanne after Deeth they sough te, But ech of hem so glad was of that sighte, For that the floryns been so faire and brighte, That doun they set hem by this precious hoord.
125
The
worste of
wit
hem he spak
quod
the firste word.
he, 'taak kepe what I seye; though that I bourde and pleye This tresor hath Fortune unto us yeven In myrthe and jolitee oure lyf to lyven, And lightly as it comth so wol we spende.
'Bretheren,'
is
My
greet,
[jest]
130
Ey, Goddes precious dignitee!
who wende
[weened]
2l6
To-day, that we sholde hav so faire a grace? But myghte this gold be caried fro this place Hoom to myn hous, or elles unto youres, (For wel ye woot that al this gold is oures,) Thanne were we in heigh felicitee. But trewely, by day it may nat bee; Men wolde seyn that we were theves stronge,
135
And
This
for oure
tresor
owene
tresor
doon us honge.
140
moste y-caried be by nyghte As wisely and as slyly as it myghte. Wherfore, I rede that cut among us all Be drawe, and let se wher the cut wol falle; And he that hath the cut with herte blithe Shal renne to the towne, and that ful swithe, And brynge us breed and wyn ful prively, And two of us shul kepen subtilly This tresor wel; and if he wol nat tarie, Whan it is nyght we wol this tresor carie, By oon assent, where as us thynketh best.' That oon of hem the cut broghte in his fest And bad hem drawe and looke where it wol falle; And it fil on the yongeste of hem alle, And forth toward the toun he wente anon; And al so soone as that he was gon, That oon of hem spak thus unto that oother: 'Thow knowest wel thou art my sworne brother; Thy profit wol I telle thee anon; Thou woost wel that oure felawe is agon,
[lot]
145
150
[fist]
155
160
And
That
heere
is
gold,
and
that ful greet plentee,
shal departed been
among
us thre;
But natheless, if I kan shape it so That it departed were among us two, Hadde I nat doon a freendes torn to thee?' That oother answerde, 'I noot how that may be; He woot how that the gold is with us tweye; What shal we doon, what shal we to hym seye?'
165
PARDONERS TALE
'Shal
it
21
'And
I shal tellen thee in
What
[rascal] be conseil?' seyde the firtse shrewe, wordes fewe 170 we shal doon, and bryngen it wel aboute.'
'I graunte,'
quod
that oother, 'out of doute,
That by
my
trouthe I shal thee nat biwreye.'
'Now,' quod the firste, 'thou woost wel we be tweye, of us shul strenger be than oon. 175 Looke whan that he is set, and right anoon Arys, as though thou woldest with hym pleye, And I shal ryve hym thurgh the sydes tweye, Whil that thou strogelst with hym as in game, And with thy daggere looke thou do the same; 180 And thanne shal al this gold departed be, My deere freend, bitwixen me and thee. Thanne may we bothe oure lustes all fulfille, And pleye at dees right at oure owene wille.' [dice] And thus acorded been thise shrewes tweye, 185 To sleen the thridde, as ye han herd me seye. This yongeste, which that wente unto the toun Ful oft in herte he rolleth up and doun The beautee of thise floryns newe and brighte; 'O Lord,' quod he, 'if so were that I myghte 190 Have al this tresor to myself allone, Ther is no man that lyveth under the trone [throne]
And two
Of God,
that sholde lyve so
murye
as I!'
enemy, Putte in his thought that he sholde poyson beye, With which he myghte sleen his felawes tweye; For-why the feend foond hym in swich lyvynge, That he hadde leve hym to sorwe brynge, For this was outrely his fulle entente
atte laste the feend, oure
And
[buy]
195
[utterly]
To sleen hem bothe and never to repente. And forth he gooth, no lenger wolde he tarie,
Into the toun, unto a pothecarie,
200
And preyde hym that he hym wolde selle Som poysoun, that he myghte his rattes quelle;
[kill]
2l8
eek ther was a polcat in his hawe, [hedge] 205 That, as he seyde, his capouns hadde y-slawe, And fayn he wolde wreke hym, if he myghte [avenge himself] On vermyn, that destroyed hym by nyghte. [harmed] The pothecarie answerde, 'And thou shalt have A thyng that, al so God my soule save, 210 In al this world ther nis no creature, That eten or dronken hath of this confiture, Noght but the montance of a corn of whete, [amount] That he ne shal his lif anon forlete; [give up] Ye, sterve he shal, and that in lasse while [die] 215 Than thou wolt goon a-paas nat but a mile; This poysoun is so strong and violent.' This cursed man hath in his hond y-hent This poysoun in a box, and sith he ran Into the nexte strete unto a man, 220
And
And borwed hym large botelles thre, And in the two his poyson poured he; The thridde he kepte clene for his owene drynke; For al the nyght he shoope hym for to swynke
In cariynge of the gold out of that place. And whan this riotour with sory grace
[planned]
225
Hadde
filled
with
wyn
his grete hotels thre,

he.
To his felawes agayn repaireth What nedeth it to sermone of

For
right as they
it moore? hadde cast his deeth bifoore, Right so they han hym slayn, and that anon, And whan that this was doon thus spak that oon: 'Now lat us sitte and drynke, and make us merie, And afterward we wol his body berie;' And with that word it happed hym, par cas, To take the botel ther the poysoun was, And drank and yaf his felawe drynke also, For which anon they storven bothe two. But certes, I suppose that Avycen [chapter] Wroot never in no Canon, ne in no fen,
230
235
240
PARDONERS
TAI.E
210.
Mo
wonder signes
of
empoisonyng
Than hadde thise wrecches two, er hir endyng. Thus ended been thise homycides two, And eek the false empoysonere also.
cursed synne of alle cursednesse!
245
[lechery
O O
traytorous homycide!
glotonye, luxurie,
wikkednesse!
and hasardrye!
and gaming]
Thou blasphemour of Crist with vileynye, And othes grete, of usage and of pride! Alias! mankynde, how may it bitide
That
to thy
250
Creatour which that thee wroghte,
And with Thou art
his precious herte-blood thee boghte,
so fals
and
so unkynde, alias!
Now, goode men, God
And ware yow
fro the
foryeve yow youre trespas, synne of avarice.

alle warice.
[heal]
.
255
(906)
Myn
hooly pardoun
may you
THE COMPLEYNT OF CHAUCER TO

(About 1399)
HIS PURSE
To
I
you,
my
purse,
I,
and
to
noon other wyght
Compleyne
for ye
be
my
lady dere!
am
so sory
now
that ye been light;
make me hevy chere, were as leef be leyd upon my bere, Forwhiche unto your mercy thus I crye, Beth hevy ageyn, or elles mot I dye!
For, certes, but ye
Me
Now
voucheth sauf this day, or hit be nyght, I of you the blisful soun may here, Or see your colour lyk the sonne bright That of yelownesse hadde never pere.
That
10
220
FROM CHAl/CER TO WYATT AND SURREY

Ye be my
Quene
lyf!
ye be
myn
of
hertes stere!
[rudder]
of comfort
and
good companye!
Beth hevy ageyn, or
elles
mot
I dye.
Now,
Out
purse, that be to
me my
lyves light
15
And
Saveour, as doun in this worlde here,
of this toun help
me
thorogh your myght,

[close]
Syn that ye wole not been my tresorere; For I am shave as nye as is a frere. But yet I pray unto your curtesye, Beth hevy ageyn, or elles mot I dye.
20
THE BALLAD OF GOOD COUNSEL

OR
TRUTH
(After 1386)
Flee fro the press, and dwelle with sothefastnesse

Suffice unto thy thyng though hit be smal; For hord hath hate and clymbyng tikelnesse, Prees hath envye, and wele blent overal; [makes Savour no more than thee bihove shal;
blind]
[taste]
Werk wel thy-self, that other And trouthe shal delivere, it

Tempest
folk canst rede,

is
[adiise]
no drede.
[distress thyself]
thee noght al croked to redresse
In trust of hir that turneth as a bal:
Greet reste stant in litel besynesse; eek be war to sporne ageyn an al; Stryve noght, as doth the crokke with the wal.
10
]awl]
An
[hook]
Daunte
thy-self, that dauntest otheres dede.

it is
[subdue]
And
trouthe shal delivere,
no drede.
GOOD COUNSEL
That thee
is
221
[submission] 15
sent, receyve in
buxumnese.
fal.
The
Her
wrastling for this worlde axeth a

nis
non hoom, her
nis but wildernesse
Forth, pilgrim, forth!
Forth, beste, out of thy
stal,
[beast]
Know
And
thy contree, look up, thank

let
God
of al;
Hold the hye wey, and
thy gost thee lede,

it is
20
trouthe shal delivere,
no drede.
Envoy
Therfore, thou vache, leve thyn old wrecchednesse
[cow]
Unto the world; leve now to be thral; Crye him mercy, that of his hy goodnesse Made thee of noght, and in especial Draw unto him and pray in general For thee, and eek for other, hevenlich mede;
25
[reward]
And
trouthe shall delivere,
it is
no drede.
Explicit
le
bon conseil de G. Chaucer.
LEJa'
EARLY
ENGLISH POEMS
SELECTED AND IN PART TRANSLATED
BY
HENRY
S.
PANCOAST
AND
AUTHOR OF "AN INTRODUCTION TO ENGLBH LITERATURE," "AN INTRODUCTION TO AMERICAN LITERATURE," ETC
JOHN DUNCAN SPAETH

PRECEPTOR IN PRINCETON UNIVERSITY
NEW YORK

1910
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JOHN DUNCAN SPAETH

HENRY HOLT AND COMPANY

HENRY HOLT AND COMPANY

The Ploughman's Charm Charm for a Sudden Stitch

Old English Epic

Cynewulf: Hymn The Voyage

of Life (from the same)

.45 .46 .47

Secular Lyric and Elegy

The Wanderer The Sea-Farer The Husband's Message

The Book- Worm

Barnacle on the Hull of a Sailing- Vessel

The Battle of Brunnanburg (from the Anglo-Saxon The Battle of Maldon

History and Romance

English (from the same)

Moral and Religious Verse

Cuckoo Song Spring Song Song

Song Winter Song Alysoun Blow, Northern Wind

the Nightingale Sings

Ubi Sunt qui Ante Nos Fuerunt?

155 155 156 160

Songs and Ballads

161 161 162 163 163 164 164 166 168

169 170 172 172 173

Blaunche the Duchesse

EARLY ENGLISH POEMS

THE PLOUGHMAN'S CHARM

Erce, Erce, Erce,

FROM BEGINNING TO NORMAN CONQUEST

and when the

Hail to thee Earth, Mother of men!

great in God's embrace,

Filled with fruit for the food of

for blessed thou art

Holy who made the Heavens

CHARM FOR A SUDDEN STITCH

and the red

into the house.

them back the

bolt they sent me,

OLD ENGLISH EPIC

hard blade hammered.

Six smiths sat,

Fighting spears forged they.

longer stay in!

any iron be found

The work of Be thou Be thou

shot in the flesh,

Be thou shot Be thou shot Be thou shot

shot of Esa, shot of Elves,

I help thee surely.

for cure of Esa-shot, for cure of Elf-shot,

for cure of Hag-shot,

I help thee surely.

OLD ENGLISH EPIC

THE LIFE OF THE GLEEMAN

Widsith unlocked his store of lays

Through sundry lands

FROM BEGINNING TO NORMAN CONQUEST