Old English Poems. Anonymous
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Название: Old English Poems

Автор: Anonymous

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СКАЧАТЬ I made trial, torn from my people;

      Far from my folk I have followed my travels.

      Therefore I sing the song of my wanderings,

      55 Declare before the company in the crowded mead-hall,

      How gifts have been given me by the great men of earth.

      With the Wenlas I was and with the Vikings and with the Wærna folk.

      With the Thuringians I was and with the Throwendas;

      As reward for my song: not slothful that king!

      He had, as I have heard, a hand the readiest

      For praiseworthy deeds of prowess and daring;

      With liberal heart he lavished his treasures,

      Shining armlets —the son of Eadwine.

      With the Greeks I was and with the Finns and with far-famed Cæsar,

      Who sat in rule over the cities of revelry—

      With the Israelites I was and with the Assyrians,

      And with the Hebrews and with the Egyptians and with the Hindus I was,

      85 And with the Mofdings I was and against the Myrging band,

      There the king of the Goths gave me in honor

      90 The choicest of bracelets —the chief of the burghers—

      On which were six hundred pieces of precious gold,

      Of shining metal in shillings counted;

      To my kind protector when I came to my home,

      95 To my beloved prince, the lord of the Myrgings,

      Who gave me the land that was left by my father;

      Queen of the doughty ones, the daughter of Eadwine.

      Her praise has passed to all parts of the world,

      100 Wherever in song I sought to tell

      Where I knew under heavens the noblest of queens,

      Golden-adorned, giving forth treasures.

      Then in company with Scilling, in clear ringing voice

      ’Fore our beloved lord I uplifted my song;

      105 Loudly the harp in harmony sounded;

      Then many men with minds discerning

      Spoke of our lay in unsparing praise,

      That they never had heard a nobler song.

      Then I roamed through all the realm of the Goths;

      110 Unceasing I sought the surest of friends,

      The crowd of comrades of the court of Eormanric.

      Hethca sought I and Beadeca and the Harlungs,

      Sage and noble, the sire of Unwen.