King Horn, Floriz and Blauncheflur, The Assumption of Our Lady
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King Horn, Floriz and Blauncheflur, The Assumption of Our Lady
English poetry -- Middle English, 1100-1500; Mary, Blessed Virgin, Saint -- Legends; Romances, English
[Sidenote: Manna]
That flo{ur} manna was cleped
that in the tumba was steked. 680
they went ałł a-boute þe tumbe
and kneled on the bare g{ro}unde,
and seid, “Ih{es}u, goddis sone,
ałł that thu sendes, it is wel-come. 684
Mightefułł is the heuene kyng;
and that we know bi thi sayng.
no man may know his p{ri}uyte,
nother his swete dignite.” 688
That floure was ‘manna’ yclepid;
Hit was in þe tumbe ystekyd. 848
Thei ȝeden alle abowte þe tumbe
And knelede on þe bare grounde,
And seiden, “ih{es}u, godes sone,
Al þi sonde be welcome. 852
Myȝtful art þou, heuene kynge;
That mai we wite bi þis tokenynge;
For no man mai wite ne se
What is þi derne p{ri}uete.” 856
Amonge þe apostolis alle a light,
the kyng that is in heuene bright,
and blessid ham alle in fere
emonge the angelis þ{a}t ther{e} were, 692
and seid, “my pees be w{i}t{h} yow nowthe,
blessid ye be of goddis mowthe.”
Cryst of heuene, þat is so bryȝt,
Amonge þe apostles sone he lyȝt,
And gret hem alle yfere,
W{i}t{h} aungeles fele þ{a}t w{i}t{h} hi{m} were, 860
And seide, “now pees be w{i}t{h} vs!
Blessed be ȝe,” seide Ih{es}us.
[Sidenote: no{t}a miracul{u}m ap{osto}lor{um}.]
A mysty cloude cam aft{er} than{e},
and ou{er}sprad them eu{er}ychon{e}, 696
and bare them alle þ{er} they wer{e},
in-to the stede that they wer{e} er{e}.
A lyȝt cloude come aft{er} þan,
And ou{er} sprad hem eu{er}y man, 864
[Sidenote: [leaf 80]]
And bar hem alle þat ben þere,
In to here stedes þ{er} þei p{re}ched ere;
And fonden alle þat folke ȝete,
Sittand stille atte here fete. 868
And þei bigo{n}ne for to p{re}che,
And þe folke for to teche.
moche wond{er} then hem thought
how thei wer{e} thed{er} y-brought, 700
for thei ne wiste whi ne whan{e};
and thei seid euerychon{e}
that rightfull is heuene kyng,
Ih{es}us lord ou{er} ałł thyng. 704
Moche wondre hem þo þouȝt
How þei weren þidre brouȝt. 872
Miȝtful art þou, heuene kynge,
Ih{es}u Crist, in alle þinge!
The apostles kneled in þat stede;
To ih{es}u þei bede a bede. 876
Ih{es}u herde here p{ra}iere,
For þei were hi{m} leue {and} dere.
[Headnote: _Conclusion and invocation._]
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