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
Al þe day {and} al þe niȝt,
Til hit sprang dai liȝt.
¶ Til horn saȝ on þe st{ro}nde
Men gon i{n} þe londe. 136
“Feren,” q{ua}þ he, “ȝo{n}ge,
Ihc telle ȝou tiþinge.
Al þe day and al þe nict,
Til him sprong þe day lyt.
Til horn bi þe stro{n}de
Seth me{n} gon alonde. 136
“Feren,” he seyde, “singe,
Y telle ȝou a tidinge.
al þe day {ant} al þe nyht,
o þ{a}t sprong þe day lyht,
Flotterede horn by þe stronde,
er he seye eny londe. 136
“feren,” quoþ horn þe ȝynge,
“y telle ou tydynge.
[Sidenote: Horn announces land to his companions.]
Ihc here foȝeles singe
{And} þ{a}t gras him springe. 140
Bliþe beo we on lyue,
Vre schup is on ryue.”
Of schup hi gu{n}ne funde
{And} setten fout to grunde. 144
Ych here foules singe
And so þe g{ra}s him sp{r}inge. 140
Bliþe be we o liue,
Houre schip hys come ryue.”
Of schip þe gon fonde
An sette fot on grunde. 144
Ich here foules singe,
{ant} se þe grases sp{ri}nge. 140
blyþe be ȝe alyue,
vr ship is come to ryue.”
of shipe hy gonne founde
{ant} sette fot to grounde. 144
[Headnote: _Horn’s farewell to the boat._]
[Sidenote: All disembark, and Horn bids the boat a touching farewell,
wishing it ‘_dayes gode_,’]
Bi þe se side
Hi lete{n} þ{a}t schup ride.
Þanne spak him child horn,
In suddene he was iborn, 148
“Schup, bi þe se flode,
Daies haue þu gode;
Bi þe se brinke
No wat{er} þe na drinke. 152
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Bi þe se side
Here schip bigan to glide.
Þa{n}ne spek þe chid horn,
In sodenne he was yborn, 148
“Go nou, schip, by flode,
And haue dawes gode.
[_No gap in MS._ . . . .
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Softe mote þou stirie,
No wat{er} þe derie.
by þe see syde
hure ship bigon to ryde.
þenne spec him child horn,
in sudenne he was yborn, 148
“nou, ship, by þe flode,
haue dayes gode,
by þe see brynke
no water þe adrynke. 152
softe mote þou sterye,
þ{a}t water þe ne derye.
[Sidenote: and charging it with messages to his mother and friends.]
Ȝef þu cume to Suddenne,
Gret þu wel of myne ke{n}ne; 156
Gret þu wel my moder,
Godhild, quen þe gode.
And seie þe paene kyng,
Iesucrist{e}s wiþering, 160
Þat ihc am hol {and} fer
On þis lond ariued her.
And seie þ{a}t hei schal fonde
Þe dent of myne honde.” 164
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