Early English Alliterative Poems: in the West-Midland Dialect of the Fourteenth Century
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Early English Alliterative Poems: in the West-Midland Dialect of the Fourteenth Century
English poetry -- Middle English, 1100-1500
Loth & þo luly-whit his lefly two deȝt{er},
Ay folȝed here face, bifore her boþe yȝen;
Bot þe balleful burde, þat neu{er} bode keped,
[Headnote: LOT’S WIFE BECOMES A STIFF STONE.]
[Sidenote: Lot’s wife looks behind her, and is turned to a stiff
stone “as salt as any sea.”]
Blusched by-hynden her bak, þat bale forto herkken; 980
Hit watȝ lusty lothes wyf þat ou{er} he[r] lyfte schulder.
Ones ho bluschet to þe burȝe, bot bod ho no lenger,
Þat ho nas stadde a stiffe ston, a stalworth image
Al so salt as ani se & so ho ȝet standeȝ. 984
[Sidenote: Her companions do not miss her till they reach Zoar.]
Þay slypped bi & syȝe hir not þat wern hir samen feres,
Tyl þay i{n} segor wern sette, & sayned our lorde;
Wyth lyȝt loueȝ vplyfte þay loued hy{m} swyþe,
Þat so his seruau{n}tes wolde see & saue of such woþe. 988
[Sidenote: By this time all were drowned.]
Al watȝ dampped & don, & drowned by þe{n}ne;
[Sidenote: The people of Zoar, for dread, rush into the sea and
are destroyed.]
Þe ledeȝ of þat lyttel tou{n} wern lopen out for drede,
I{n}-to þat malscrande mere, marred bylyue,
Þat noȝt saued watȝ bot segor þat sat on a lawe, 992
[Sidenote: Only Zoar with three therein (Lot and his daughters)
are saved.]
Þe þre ledeȝ þer-i{n}, loth & his deȝter;
For his make watȝ myst, þat on þe mou{n}t lenged
In a stonen statue þat salt sauor habbes,
[Sidenote: Lot’s wife is an image of salt for two faults:
1. She served salt before the Lord at supper.
2. She looked behind her.]
For two fautes þat þe fol watȝ fou{n}de i{n} mistrauþe; 996
On, ho serued at þe soper salt bifore dryȝtyn
& syþen, ho blusched hir bihynde, þaȝ hir forboden were;
For on ho standes a ston, & salt for þat oþ{er},
& alle lyst on hir lik þat arn on launde bestes. 1000
[Sidenote: Abraham is up full early on the morn.]
Abraham ful erly watȝ vp on þe morne,
Þat alle naȝt [so] much niye hade no mon i{n} his hert,
Al i{n} longi{n}g for loth leyen i{n} a wache,
Þer he lafte hade oure lorde, he is on lofte wo{n}nen; 1004
[Sidenote: He looks towards Sodom, now only a pit filled with
pitch, from which rise smoke, ashes and cinders, as from a
furnace.]
He sende toward sodomas þe syȝt of his yȝen,
Þat eu{er} hade ben an erde of erþe þe swettest
As aparau{n}t to paradis þat plantted þe dryȝtyn,
Nov is hit plu{n}ged i{n} a pit like of pich fylled. 1008
[Sidenote: [Fol. 71a.]]
Suche a roþu{n} of a reche ros fro þe blake,
Askeȝ vpe i{n} þe ayre & vselleȝ þer flowen,
As a fornes ful of flot þat vpon fyr boyles,
When bryȝt bre{n}nande brondeȝ ar bet þ{er} an-vnder. 1012
Þis watȝ a uengau{n}ce violent þat voyded þise places,
Þat fou{n}dered hatȝ so fayr a folk & þe folde sonkken.
[Headnote: THE DEAD SEA COVERS THE FIVE CITIES.]
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