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
[Sidenote: A sea now occupies the place of the four cities.]
Þer faur{e} citees wern set, nov is a see called,
Þat ay is drouy & dym, & ded i{n} hit kynde, 1016
Blo, blubrande, & blak, vnblyþe to neȝe,
[Sidenote: It is a stinking pool, and is called the Dead Sea.]
As a stynkande stanc þat stryed sy{n}ne,
Þat eu{er} of sy{n}ne & of smach, smart is to fele;
For-þy þe derk dede see hit is demed eu{er} more, 1020
For hit dedeȝ of deþe duren þere ȝet.
For hit is brod & boþe{m}leȝ, & bitter as þe galle,
[Sidenote: Nothing may live in it.]
& noȝt may lenge i{n} þat lake þat any lyf bereȝ,
& alle þe costeȝ of kynde hit combreȝ vchone; 1024
[Sidenote: Lead floats on its surface.]
For lay þ{er}-on a lump of led & hit on loft fleteȝ,
[Sidenote: A feather sinks to the bottom of it.]
& folde þ{er}-on a lyȝt fyþ{er} & hit to fou{n}s synkkeȝ.
[Sidenote: Lands, watered by this sea, never bear grass or weed.]
& þ{er} wat{er} may walt{er} to wete any erþe,
Schal neu{er} grene þ{er}-on growe, gresse ne wod nawþ{er}. 1028
If any schalke to be schent wer schowued þ{er}-i{n}ne,
Þaȝ he bode i{n} þat boþe{m} broþely a monyth,
[Sidenote: A man cannot be drowned in it.]
He most ay lyue i{n} þat loȝe i{n} losy{n}g eu{er}-more,
& neu{er} dryȝe no dethe, to dayes of ende; 1032
& as hit is corsed of kynde & hit coosteȝ als,
[Sidenote: The clay clinging to it is corrosive, as alum,
alkaran, sulphur, etc., which fret the flesh and fester the
bones.]
Þe clay þat clenges þ{er}-by arn corsyes strong,
As alu{m} & alkaran,[50] þat angré[51] arn boþe,
Soufre so{ur}, & sau{n}dyu{er}, & oþ{er} such mony; 1036
& þer walteȝ of þat wat{er} i{n} waxlokes grete,
Þe spuniande[52] aspaltou{n} þat spysereȝ sellen;
& suche is alle þe soyle by þat se halues,
Þat fel fretes þe flesch & festred[53] bones. 1040
[Sidenote: On the shores of this lake grow trees bearing fair
fruits, which, when broken or bitten, taste like ashes.]
& þer ar tres by þat terne of trayto{ur}es;
& þay borgou{n}eȝ & beres blomeȝ ful fayre,
& þe fayrest fryt þat may on folde growe,
As orenge & oþ{er} fryt & apple garnade 1044
[Sidenote: [Fol. 71b.]]
Also red & so ripe & rychely hwed,
As any dom myȝt deuice of dayntyeȝ oute;
Bot quen hit is brused oþ{er} broken, oþ{er} byten i{n} twy{n}ne,
No worldeȝ goud hit wyth-i{n}ne, bot wydowande[54] askes; 1048
[Headnote: IT IS A TOKEN OF WICKEDNESS AND VENGEANCE.]
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