Christ, if my love were in my arms
And I in my bed again!
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A CUP she gave him, with kindly greeting
she offered, to honor him, arm-jewels twain,corselet and rings, and of collars the noblestthat ever I knew the earth around.Ne’er heard I so mighty, ‘neath heaven’s dome,a hoard-gem of heroes, since Hama boreto his bright-built burg the Brisings’ necklace,jewel and gem casket. — Jealousy fled he,Eormenric’s hate: chose help eternal.Hygelac Geat, grandson of Swerting,on the…
Have you not heard these many years ago,
He had one only daughter and no mo,The which he loved passing well.And as by lott,God wot,It so came to pass,As Gods will was,That great wars there should be,And none should be chosen chief but he.And when he was appointed judge,And chieftain of the company,A solemn vow to God he made,If he returned with victory,At…
A creature is that humane flesh deuoures,
That being dried by fire, a certaine houresWill waxe as hard, as crust of bread well baken,Which fat dissolued, and with the leane confusedOf that bodie, from whom you must it take,May be with skill and industrie so vsed,That a confection thereof we doe makeGreatly helping, though it be held no woonderAgainst all tempest, lightning…
Primus Pastor
Haylle, maker, as I meyne, of a madn so mylde!Thou has waryd, I weyne the warlo so wylde;The fals gyler of teyn, now goys he begylde.Lo, he merys;Lo, he laghys, my swetyng,A wel fare metyng,I have holden my hetyng;Have a bob of cherys.Secundus PastorHaylle, sufferan savyoure! for thou has us soght;Haylle, frely foyde and floure…
Adam lay ibounden,
Four thousand winterThoght he not too long.And all was for an appil,And appil that he tok,As clerkes findenWreten in here book.Ne hadde the appil take ben,The appil taken ben,Ne hadde never our ladyA ben hevene quene.Blessed be the timeThat appil take was,Therefore we moun singenDeo gracias.
Somer passed/and wynter well begone
Haue taken season/and brynghtnes of the sonneIs lytell sene/and small byrdes songeSeldon is herde/in feldes or wodes rongeAll strength and ventue/of trees and herbes soteDyscendynge be/from croppe in to the roteAnd euery creature by course of kyndeFor socoure draweth to that countre and placeWhere for a tyme/they may purchace and fyndeConforte and rest/abydynge after graceThat…