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193  The Seafarer  Mæg ic be mē sylfum sōðgiedd wrecan, May I for my own self song’s truth1 reckon,2 sīþas sę cgan, hū ic geswincdagum Journey’s jargon,3 how I in harsh days earfoðhwīle oft þrōwade, Hardship endured oft. bitre brēostceare gebiden hæbbe, Bitter breast-cares4 have I abided, gecunnad in cēole cearsę lda fela, 5 Known on my keel5 many a care’s hold,6 atol ȳþa gewealc. Þǣr mec oft bigeat And dire sea-surge, and there I oft spent nearo nihtwaco æt nacan stę fnan, Narrow7 nightwatch nigh the ship’s head þonne hē be clifum cnossað calde geþrungen. While she8 tossed9 close to cliffs. Coldly afflicted,10 Wǣron fēt mīne11 forste gebunden, My feet were by frost benumbed.12 caldum clo ̨ mmum; þǣr þā ceare seofedun 10 Chill its chains are; chafing sighs hāt[e] ymb heortan; hungor innan slāt Hew my heart round13 and hunger begot14 mę rewērges mōd. Þæt se mo ̨ nn ne wāt, Mere-weary mood.15 Lest man know not16 þe him on foldan fægrost limpeð, That he on dry land loveliest liveth,17 hū ic earmcearig īscealdne sǣ List how I, care-wretched, on ice-cold sea, winter wunade wræccan lāstum, 15 Weathered the winter,18 wretched outcast19 winemǣgum bidroren, Deprived of my kinsmen;20 194 Cribs for Cathay & Other Poems biho ̨ ngen hrīmgicelum: hægl scūrum flēag. Hung with hard ice-flakes,21 where hail-scur22 flew, Þǣr ic ne gehȳrde būtan hlimman sǣ, There I heard naught save the harsh23 sea īscaldne wǣg, hwīlum ylfete so ̨ ng: And ice-cold wave, at whiles24 the swan cries,25 dyde ic mē tō go ̨ mene ganetes hlēoþor 20 Did for my games26 the gannet’s clamour, and27 huilpan swēg fore hleahtor wera, Sea-fowls’ loudness was for me28 laughter, mǣw singende fore medodrince. The mews’ singing all my mead-drink.29 Stormas þǣr stānclifu bēotan, þǣr him stear[n] oncwæð Storms, on the stone-cliffs beaten,30 fell31 on the stern32 īsigfeþera; ful oft þæt earn bigeall In icy feathers;33 full oft the eagle screamed ūrigfeþra. Nǣnig hlēomǣga 25 With spray on his pinion.34 Not any protector fēasceaftig ferð f[r]ē[f]ran meahte. May make merry man faring needy.35 For þon36 him gelȳfeð lȳt sē þe āh līfes wynn, This he little believes, who aye in winsome life gebīdeð in burgum, bealosīþa hwōn, Abides ’mid burghers some heavy business, wlo ̨ nc and wīngāl, hū ic wērig oft Wealthy and wine-flushed, how I weary oft37 in brimlāde bīdan sceolde! 30 Must bide above brine.38 Nāp nihtscua, norþan snīwde, Neareth39 nightshade, snoweth from north, hrīm hrūsan band; hægl fēoll on eorþan, Frost froze the land,40 hail fell on earth then41 corna caldast. For þon cnyssað nū Corn of the coldest.42 Nathless43 there knocketh now The Seafarer 195 heortan geþohtas, þæt ic hēan strēamas, The heart’s thought that I on high streams44 sealtȳþa gelāc sylf cunnige; 35 The salt-wavy tumult traverse alone.45 mo ̨ nað mōdes lust mǣla gehwylce Moaneth46 alway my mind’s lust ferð tō fēran, þæt ic feorr heonan That I fare forth47 , that I afar hence ę lþēodigra eard gesēce. Seek out a foreign fastness.48 For þon nis þæs mōdwlo ̨ nc mo ̨ nn ofer eorþan, For this there’s no mood-lofty49 man over earth’s midst,50 ne his gifena þæs gōd, ne in geoguþe tō þæs hwæt, 40 Not though he be given his good, but will have in his youth greed;51 ne in his dædum tō þæs dēor, ne him his Dryhten tō þæs hold, Nor his deed to the daring, nor his king to the faithful52 þæt hē ā his sǣfōre sorge næbbe, But shall have his sorrow for sea-fare53 tō hwon hine Dryhten gedōn wille. Whatever his lord will. Ne biþ him tō hearpan hyge, ne tō hringþę ge, He hath not heart for harping, nor in ring-having ne tō wīfe wynn ne tō worulde hyht, 45 Nor...

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ISBN
9780823281398
Related ISBN
9780823281060
MARC Record
OCLC
1076879185
Pages
364
Launched on MUSE
2018-12-06
Language
English
Open Access
No
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