Some Original Old English Poetry I have nowhere else to put.

Enjoy three short poems, plus a middle english interpretation of a section of Beowulf.

“On Wyrmsele”

On Wyrmsele, Sæt-ere gesæt wið hete.

Se helsceaða wæs þone hlaford;

He, þe gefeormod hæfde mancynn.

Helwara Gastas gangon in wanre niht,

Wælhrēowan men þe gehīoldon

Heteðoncol torn to þam Ælmihtigan.

Hī gebiddaþ for niwan blisse,

Būton ne cymeð to hiera ferhðum.

“Se Gyst”

Se Gyst hæfde goldbeorht helm.

He wæs manna won and gastlic.

On his sidan, heold reðe swurd;

Hit wæs wælhreow wæpen fram helsceaðan.

Ealdhettend clipode hit “Helle Bryne.”

Se Gyst com on niht, gegongan manna Gastas.

Ne wæs foldbuende. Wægun guðfanan helle.

Cristes leoht ne colode his cræft.

Cristendom cwiðdon ða synleawa mancynnes:

Hit wæs ðone tide. Geweald Godes gebræcon.

“Mattheus”

Mattheus wæs wealthreowan deor.

Ðæs niht-hræfn geman mancynnes blod und

He dranc Þæt mandrinc deofolcunda.

In handa, se neat heold banlocan und

His Eagan wæron gimmas niðes.

Beofulla Antecrist furhogode

Ealle Godes godena bearna.

Earmlic ellorgast lædde cild on niht.

Dæges leoht wæs anne wæpen Þæt

Se grundwæg hæfde astyntan his yfel.

Beowulf Lines 778-790

Old English
þæs ne wendon ær         witan Scyldinga
þæt hit a mid gemete         manna ænig,
betlic ond banfag,         tobrecan meahte,
listum tolucan,         nymþe liges fæþm
swulge on swaþule.         Sweg up astag
niwe geneahhe;         Norðdenum stod
atelic egesa,         anra gehwylcum
þara þe of wealle         wop gehyrdon,
gryreleoð galan         Godes ondsacan,
sigeleasne sang,         sar wanigean
helle hæfton.         Heold hine fæste
se þe manna wæs         mægene strengest
on þæm dæge         þysses lifes.
Middle English
“Er this, the wisse men of the Danes thoughte nat,
Ne founde any Knyghtes who myghte fordoon that.
Who myghte pulle asonder with an heep sleighte,
The riche house and halle apiked with perles white
and gloweden with the lighte of the Fader and Crist.
Myghte oonly falle if Sathan sente the fyr from his brist.
But soun roos up, muchel new; al thogh horrible fere
Yet dwelled with the Danes, ech of hem. Hem over there,
Herde wepynge. Goddes Adversarie syngyng a soun:
A song of drede, a cry in los. Hit was herde in every toun.
Beowulf with strong hond helde Helles caytyve.
He, with Hooly herte, and strengthe diffynytyve.”

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