Free association thread

Status
Not open for further replies.
Dear rose without a thorn, Thy bud's the babe unborn

Middle English original followed by English modernisation

I syng of a mayden
þat is makeles,
kyng of alle kynges
to here sone che ches.


I sing of a maiden
That is matchless,
King of all kings
For her son she chose.

He came also stylle
þer his moder was
as dew in aprylle,
þat fallyt on þe gras.


He came as still
Where his mother was
As dew in April
That falls on the grass.

He cam also stylle
to his moderes bowr
as dew in aprille,
þat fallyt on þe flour.


He came as still
To his mother's bower
As dew in April
That falls on the flower.

He cam also stylle
þer his moder lay
as dew in Aprille,
þat fallyt on þe spray.;


He came as still
Where his mother lay
As dew in April
That falls on the spray.

Moder & mayden
was neuer non but che –
wel may swych a lady
Godes moder be.


Mother and maiden
There was never, ever one but she;
Well may such a lady
God's mother be.
 
Middle English original followed by English modernisation

I syng of a mayden
þat is makeles,
kyng of alle kynges
to here sone che ches.


I sing of a maiden
That is matchless,
King of all kings
For her son she chose.

He came also stylle
þer his moder was
as dew in aprylle,
þat fallyt on þe gras.


He came as still
Where his mother was
As dew in April
That falls on the grass.

He cam also stylle
to his moderes bowr
as dew in aprille,
þat fallyt on þe flour.


He came as still
To his mother's bower
As dew in April
That falls on the flower.

He cam also stylle
þer his moder lay
as dew in Aprille,
þat fallyt on þe spray.;


He came as still
Where his mother lay
As dew in April
That falls on the spray.

Moder & mayden
was neuer non but che –
wel may swych a lady
Godes moder be.


Mother and maiden
There was never, ever one but she;
Well may such a lady
God's mother be.

That was a great post by the way

The Knights Tale
 
Status
Not open for further replies.
Back
Top