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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=346065" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On The Death Of K. Edward The First</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=346065" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Alle, that beoth of huerte trewe,<br>A stounde herkneth to my song<br>Of duel, that Deth hath diht us newe,<br>That maketh me syke, ant sorewe among; <br>Of a knyght, that wes so strong,<br>Of wham God hath don ys wille;<br>Me-thuncheth that deth hath don us wrong,<br>That he so sone shall ligge stille. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=346065" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Al Englond ahte for te knowe<br>Of wham that song is, that y synge;<br>Of Edward Kyng, that lith so lowe,<br>Zent al this world is nome con springe: <br>Trewest mon of all thinge,<br>Ant in werre war ant wys,<br>For him we ahte oure honden wrynge,<br>Of Christendome he ber the prys.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=346065" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Byfore that oure kyng was ded,<br>He spek ase mon that wes in care,<br>'Clerkes, knyhtes, barons,' he sayde,<br>'Y charge ou by oure sware,<br>That ye to Engelonde be trewe.<br>Y deze, y ne may lyven na more;<br>Helpeth mi sone, ant crouneth him newe,<br>For he is nest to buen y-core.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=346065" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Ich biqueth myn herte arhyt, <br>That hit be write at my devys,<br>Over the sea that Hue be diht,<br>With fourscore knyhtes al of prys,<br>In werre that buen war ant wys,<br>Azein the hethene for te fyhte,<br>To wynne the croiz that lowe lys,<br>Myself ycholde zef that y myhte.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=346065" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">King of Fraunce, thou hevedest 'sinne',<br>That thou the counsail woldest fonde, <br>To latte the wille of 'Edward Kyng'<br>To wende to the Holy Londe:<br>That oure kynge hede take on honde<br>All Engelond to zeme ant wysse,<br>To wenden in to the Holy Londe<br>To wynnen us heveriche blisse.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=346065" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The messager to the Pope com,<br>And seyde that our kynge was ded:<br>Ys oune hond the lettre he nom,<br>Ywis his herte was full gret:<br>The Pope him self the lettre redde,<br>Ant spec a word of gret honour.<br>'Alas!' he seid, 'is Edward ded?<br>Of Christendome he ber the flour.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=346065" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Pope to his chaumbre wende,<br>For dol ne mihte he speke na more;<br>Ant after cardinals he sende, <br>That muche couthen of Cristes lore,<br>Bothe the lass, ant eke the more,<br>Bed hem both rede ant synge:<br>Gret deol me myhte se thore,<br>Mony mon is honde wrynge.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=346065" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Pope of Peyters stod at is masse<br>With ful gret solempnete,<br>Ther me con the soule blesse:<br>'Kyng Edward honoured thou be:<br>God love thi sone come after the,<br>Bringe to ende that thou hast bygonne,<br>The holy crois y-mad of tree,<br>So fain thou woldest hit hav y-wonne.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=346065" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Jerusalem, thou hast i-lore<br>The flour of al chivalrie<br>Now Kyng Edward liveth na more:<br>Alas! that he zet shulde deye!<br>He wolde ha rered up ful heyze<br>Oure banners, that bueth broht to grounde;<br>Wel! longe we mowe clepe and crie<br>Er we a such kyng han y-founde.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=346065" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Nou is Edward of Carnarvan<br>Kyng of Engelond al aplyht,<br>God lete him ner be worse man<br>Then his fader, ne lass of myht.<br>To holden is pore men to ryht,<br>And understonde good counsail,<br>Al Engelong for to wysse ant dyht;<br>Of gode knyhtes darh him nout fail.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=346065" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Thah mi tonge were mad of stel,<br>Ant min herte yzote of bras,<br>The godness myht y never telle,<br>That with Kyng Edward was: <br>Kyng, as thou art cleped conquerour,<br>In uch bataille thou hadest prys;<br>God bringe thi soule to the honour<br>That ever wes, ant ever ys.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=346065" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">That lasteth ay withouten ende,<br>Bidde we God, ant oure Ledy to thilke blisse<br>Jesus we sende. Amen.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Anonymous+Olde+English">Anonymous Olde English</a></strong></div>

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