Pearl

• Allas! I leste hyr in on erbere;
  Þurз gresse to grounde hit fro me yot.
  I dewyne, fordolked of luf-daungere
  Of þat pryuy perle wythouten spot.
  • Alas! In a garden I lost it, let
    It go to the ground on a grassy plot.
    Bereft of love, I am racked by regret
    For Pearl, my own Pearl without a spot.
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• Dubbed wern alle þo downeз sydeз
  Wyth crystal klyffeз so cler of kynde.
  Holtewodeз bryзt aboute hem bydeз
  Of bolleз as blwe as ble of Ynde;
  As bornyst syluer þe lef on slydeз,
  Þat þike con trylle on vch a tynde.
  Quen glem of glodeз agaynз hem glydeз,
  Wyth schymeryng schene ful schrylle þay schynde.
  • Adorned were all the hillsides there
    With crystal cliffs, while down below
    Brilliant woodlands were everywhere.
    The boles were blue as indigo;
    Like burnished silver the leaves swayed,
    Quivering close on the branches spread;
    They shimmered in splendour, glanced and played,
    When glinting gleams from the sky were spread.
  • Line 73.

• In þe founce þer stonden stoneз stepe,
  As glente þurз glas þat glowed and glyзt,
  As stremande sterneз, quen stroþe-men slepe,
  Staren in welkyn in wynter nyзt.
  • Dazzling stones shone in the deep
    Like glint through glass, glowing and bright;
    As streaming stars, when dalesmen sleep,
    Flare in the welkin on winter night.
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• The dubbement dere of doun and daleз,
  Of wod and water and wlonk playneз,
  Bylde in me blys, abated my baleз,
  Fordidden my stresse, dystryed my payneз.
  Doun after a strem þat dryзly haleз
  I bowed in blys, bredful my brayneз;
  Þe fyrre I folзed þose floty valeз,
  Þe more strenghþe of ioye myn herte strayneз.
  • The precious adornment of down and dale,
    Of wood and water and noble plain,
    Brought me to bliss, made bitterness fail,
    Allayed my distress, destroyed my pain.
    Down by a stream of steady flow
    I moved in bliss, my mind a-thrill,
    And further along that river-land low,
    The joy of my heart grew stronger still.
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• "Moteleз may so meke and mylde",
  Þen sayde I to þat lufly flor,
  "Bryng me to þat bygly bylde
  And let me se þy blysful bor."
  Þat schene sayde: "Þat God wyl schylde;
  Þou may not enter wythinne hys tor."
  • "Moteless maiden so meek and mild,"
    Then said I to that fairest flower,
    Bring me to that bountiful pile
    And let me see your blissful bower."
    "God will forbid it," the bright one said.
    "You shall not enter his holy place."
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Cleanness

• Luf lokez to luf & his leue takez,
  For to ende alle at onez & for euer twynne.
  By forty dayez wern faren, on folde no flesch styryed.
  • The lover and his lady looked their last farewell,
    Ending everything for all time, for ever parting.
    When the forty days were finished, no fleshly thing moved.
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• Hit waltered on þe wylde flod, went as hit lyste,
  Drof vpon þe depe dam, in daunger hit semed,
  Withouten mast, oþer myke, oþer myry bawelyne,
  Kable, oþer capstan to clyppe to her ankrez,
  Hurrok, oþer hande-helme hasped on roþer,
  Oþer any sweande sayl to seche after hauen.
  • It weltered on the wild waters, went where it would,
    Drove above the depths, in danger as it seemed,
    Without means of mainmast, mizzen or bowline,
    Without cable or capstan for clinging to anchors,
    Or hurrock or hand-helm hoped on the rudder,
    Or any swaying sail for seeking a haven.
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• For when þat þe Helle herde þe houndez of heuen,
  He watz ferlyly fayn, vnfolded bylyue;
  Þe grete barrez of þe abyme he barst vp at onez,
  Þat alle þe regioun torof in riftes ful grete,
  & clouen alle in lyttel cloutes þe clyffez aywhere,
  As lauce leuez of þe boke þat lepes in twynne.
  • For when hell heard the hounds of heaven
    It was grisly glad, and grinding apart
    The great bars of the abyss, it burst swiftly upwards,
    Ripping open the region with rifts most terrible.
    Then crags and cliffs were cloven in shreds
    Like loose leaves of a book that flutter about.
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Sir Gawain and the Green Knight

• And also an oþer maner meued him eke,
  Þat he þurз nobelay had nomen he wolde neuer ete
  Upon such a dere day er hym deuised were
  Of sum auenturus þyng an vncouþe tale
  Of sum mayn meruayle þat he myзt trawe
  Of of alderes of armes of oþer auenturus.
  • Still, he was stirred now by something else:
    His noble announcement that he never would eat
    On such a fair feast-day till informed in full
    Of some unusual adventure, as yet untold,
    Of some momentous marvel that he might believe,
    About ancestors, or arms, or other high theme.
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• Wheþer hade he no helme ne hawbergh nauþer,
  Ne no pysan ne no plate þat pented to armes,
  Ne no schafte ne no schelde to schwue ne to smyte,
  Bot in his on honde he hade a holyn bobbe,
  Þat is grattest in grene when greuez ar bare,
  And an ax in his oþer, a hoge and vnmete,
  A spetos sparþe to expoun in spelle, quoso myзt.
  Þe lenkþe of an elnзerde þe large hede hade.
  • Yet hauberk and helmet had he none,
    Nor plastron nor plate-armour proper to combat,
    Nor shield for shoving, nor sharp spear for lunging;
    But he held a holly cluster in one hand, holly
    That is greenest when groves are gaunt and bare,
    And an axe in his other hand, huge and monstrous,
    A hideous helmet-smasher for anyone to tell of;
    The head of that axe was an ell-rod long.
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• What is þis arthures hous quoþ þe haþel þenne
  Þat al þe rous rennes of þurз ryalmes so mony
  Where is now your sourquydrye and your conquestes
  Your gry dellayk and your greme and your grete wordes
  Now is þe reuel and þe renoun of þe rounde table
  Ouerwalt wyth a worde of on wyзes speche
  For al dares for drede withoute dynt schewed
  • What, is this Arthur's house, the honour of which
    Is bruited abroad so abundantly?
    Has your pride disappeared? Your prowess gone?
    Your victory, your valour, your vaunts, where are they?
    The revel and renown of the Round Table
    Is now overwhelmed by a word from one man's voice,
    For all flinch for fear from a fight not begun!
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• After crystenmasse com þe crabbed lentoun
  Þat fraystez flesch wyth þe fysche and fode more symple.
  Bot þenne þe weder of þe worlde wyth wynter hit þrepez,
  Colde clengez adoun, cloudez vplyften,
  Schyre schedez þe rayn in schowrez ful warme,
  Fallez vpon fayre flat, flowrez þere schewen,
  Boþe groundez and þe greuez grene ar her wedez,
  Bryddez busken to bylde, and bremlych syngen
  For solace of þe softe somer þat sues þerafter
  Bi bonk.
  • After Christmas comes the crabbed Lenten time,
    Which forces on the flesh fish and food yet plainer.
    Then weather more vernal wars with the wintry world,
    The cold ebbs and declines, the clouds lift,
    In shining showers the rain sheds warmth
    And falls upon the fair plain, where flowers appear;
    The grassy lawns and groves alike are garbed in green;
    Birds prepare to build, and brightly sing
    The solace of the ensuing summer that soothes hill
    And dell.
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• For werre wrathed hym not so much þat wynter nas wors,
  When þe colde cler water fro þe cloudez schadde,
  And fres er hit falle myзt to þe fale erþe;
  Ner slayn wyth þe slete he sleped in his yrnes
  Mo nyзtez þen innoghe in naked rokkez,
  Þer as claterande fro þe crest þe colde borne rennez,
  And henged heзe ouer his hede in hard iisse-ikkles.
  • Yet the warring little worried him; worse was the winter,
    When the cold clear water cascaded from the clouds
    And froze before it could fall to the fallow earth.
    Half-slain by the sleet, he slept in his armour
    Night after night among the naked rocks,
    Where the cold streams splashed from the steep crests
    Or hung high over his head in hard icicles.
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• Bi a mounte on þe morne meryly he rydes
  Into a forest ful dep, þat ferly watz wylde,
  Hiзe hillez on vche a halue, and holtwodez vnder
  Of hore okez ful hoge a hundreth togeder;
  Þe hasel and þe haзþorne were harled al samen,
  With roзe raged mosse rayled aywhere,
  With mony bryddez vnblyþe vpon bare twyges,
  Þat pitosly þer piped for pyne of þe colde.
  • Merrily in the morning by a mountain he rode
    Into a wondrously wild wooded cleft,
    With high hills on each side overpeering a forest
    Of huge hoary oaks, a hundred together.
    The hazel and the hawthorn were intertwined
    With rough ragged moss trailing everywhere,
    And on the bleak branches birds in misery
    Piteously piped away, pinched with cold.
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• We lorde quoþ þe gentyle knyзt
  Wheþer þis be þe grene chapelle?
  He myзt aboute mydnyзt
  Þe dele his matynnes telle.
  • "O God, is this the Chapel Green
    This mound?" said the noble knight.
    "At such might Satan be seen
    Saying matins at midnight."
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• I sende hir to asay þe, and sothly me þynkkez
  On þe fautlest freke þat euer on fote зede;
  As perle bi þe quite pese is of prys more,
  So is Gawayn, in god fayth, bi oþer gay knyztez.
  • I instructed her to try you, and you truly seem
    To be the most perfect paladin ever to pace the earth.
    As the pearl to the white pea in precious worth,
    So in good faith is Gawain to other gay knights.
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