From “The Dream of the Rood”
Anglo-Saxon, 8th century, trans. Richard Hammer (1970)The earliest Christian poem in English The Rood (cross of Christ) speaks: “It was long past – I still remember it –That I was cut
Anglo-Saxon, 8th century, trans. Richard Hammer (1970)The earliest Christian poem in English The Rood (cross of Christ) speaks: “It was long past – I still remember it –That I was cut
Let mans Soule be a Spheare, and then, in this,The intelligence that moves, devotion is,And as the other Spheares, by being growneSubject to forraigne motion, lose their owne,And being by
He is despised and rejected of men. Isaiah liii. 3. Is it not strange, the darkest hour That ever dawned on sinful earth Should touch the heart with softer power For comfort than
Am I a stone, and not a sheep,That I can stand, O Christ, beneath Thy cross,To number drop by drop Thy blood’s slow loss,And yet not weep? Not so those
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