Medieval Poems - Poems about Medieval

Go into the woods at witching hour. Hear their music, know their joy for feast and dance, For their smiles are the widest, when they take all to devour. Soon there is a grin for every wallflower, and those brave enough to steal a glance. Go into the woods at witching hour. Do not notice the silent bell tower. Why...

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Shoreditch clung to its ruin Its roughhewn gate staring out at corpses And the clutch of travellers heading from the fields, The shepherds rambling onwards, The herders with their slow-moving cattle, hoofs Thudding on the stones. Amongst them the knights recently Back from troubles in the north, armour Burnished like Sunday roast yelling oaths Like washer women until they were, like the...

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And if I were no more than the brook that flowed Neath' the azure of your skies Would not the warmth of your heaven Touch the surface of my waters Be the season spring or summer And if my lone voice was lost upon the winds with the whispering of M'lady's name Would it not give pause to thee? What of the grassy meadow Where the...

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Agnes Sampson there you say, As frightened even now as to the strong wind is to a blade of Hay, But we forget what made her the same, And what gave the evil fairy Maleficent-her name! We may accuse Esmeralda of witchcraft- Just because she loved Phoebus, But we forget that we too can fall like her from the raft, And then-...

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The noble lady was full of ire. Her drunken knight had pissed out her evening fire. So now she sought a little warmth by his sleeping horse, and partook in some heated intercourse with the knight's impish, big-bellied squire. ...

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These are English translations of Medieval poems written in Old English. The Battle of Maldon anonymous Old English/Anglo-Saxon poem, circa 991 AD or later translation by Michael R. Burch …would be broken. Then he bade each warrior unbridle his horse, set it free, drive it away and advance onward afoot, intent on deeds of arms and dauntless courage. It was then that...

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These are English translations/modernizations of Medieval poems written in Old English and/or Middle English. The Maiden’s Song aka The Bridal Morn anonymous Medieval lyric translation by Michael R. Burch The maidens came to my mother’s bower. I had all I would, that hour. The bailey beareth the bell away; The lily, the rose, the rose I lay. Now silver...

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These are English translations/modernizations of Medieval poems written in Old English and Middle English. Exeter Book Gnomic Verses or Maxims loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch The dragon dwells under the dolmen, wizened-wise, hoarding his treasure; the fishes bring forth their finned kind; the king in his halls distributes rings; the bear stalks the heath, shaggy and malevolent. Frost shall freeze, fire feast on...

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The sightless amass daily at dawn; a pilgrimage Arms outstretched clutching away; the sightless. A winding trunk grazing away to appease the pangs of hunger; the calloused skin of a leg, a cauliflower shaped ear, a skinny tail swaying restlessly We know not what this is they echo in chorus; mouths voicelessly ajar at the...

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MODERN ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS OF MEDIEVAL ENGLISH POEMS Inordinate Love anonymous Middle English poem, circa 15th century loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch I shall say what inordinate love is: The ferocity and singleness of mind, An inextinguishable burning devoid of bliss, A great hunger, too insatiable to decline, A dulcet ill, an evil sweetness, blind, A right wonderful, sugared, sweet error, Without any rest, contrary...

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The minstrel with his lute so bright, Beneath the moon’s pale, silver light, Did weave a tale of love and woe, A melody that hearts would know. With nimble fingers, strings he'd strike, Each note a pearl, each chord a hike, Through valleys deep and mountains high, Where heroes fought and lovers sighed. A maiden fair, with eyes...

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Tale of valour is about to unfold Gallant knight's effigy in marble so cold Once he was stalwart full of manly vigour The name was feared his enemies shivered. Yet, there was young maiden who loved him well Like moth to flame, he did compel Her wings were singed as she flew to his side Throughout her short life, she did abide. How...

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Will of Tudela Whose zeal burned for the white wolves Against Languedoc's black lambs Nameless soul of gold Guided by heaven's muses Pitied the southern pastures Poem inspired by The Song of the Albigensian Crusade, a medieval epic poem written by two authors who had contrasting views of the crusade (explored in this Sedoka poem)....

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Beneath stars twinkling Sophia and Christ flew down In the form of birds In the form of large vultures Vultures filled with grace Vultures from the Great Mountains The Mountains of Snow They both perched on an ash tree Whose roots go deep down To Hades, the home of worms Whose trunk goes high up...

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a mugs home is its castle and hot cocoa a vassal as marshmallows float this chocolate moat theres seldom fuss or hassle. ...

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