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English Lyrics of the XIIIth Century | ||
17. Of One That Is So Fair and Bright. [A.]
For on þat is so feir ant brist
uelud maris stella,
bristore þen þe dai-is list,
parens & puella,
i crie þe grace of þe.
leuedi, prie þi sone for me
tam pia,
þat i mote come to þe,
maria.
uelud maris stella,
bristore þen þe dai-is list,
parens & puella,
i crie þe grace of þe.
leuedi, prie þi sone for me
tam pia,
þat i mote come to þe,
maria.
Leuedi, best of alle þing,
rosa sine spina,
þou bere ihesu, heuene-king,
gratia diuina.
of alle þou berest þat pris,
heie quen in parais
electa,
moder milde ant maidan ec
efecta.
rosa sine spina,
þou bere ihesu, heuene-king,
gratia diuina.
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heie quen in parais
electa,
moder milde ant maidan ec
efecta.
In car ant consail þou art best,
felix fecundata;
to alle weri þou art rest,
mater honorata.
bi-hold tou him wid milde mod
þat for us alle scedde is blod
in cruce;
bidde we moten come to him
in luce.
felix fecundata;
to alle weri þou art rest,
mater honorata.
bi-hold tou him wid milde mod
þat for us alle scedde is blod
in cruce;
bidde we moten come to him
in luce.
Al þe world it wes fur-lorn
þoru eua peccatrice
to-forn þat ihesu was iborn
ex te genitrice;
þorou aue, e wende awei,
þe þestri nist ant com þe dai
salutis,
þe welle springet out of þe
uirtutis
þoru eua peccatrice
to-forn þat ihesu was iborn
ex te genitrice;
þorou aue, e wende awei,
þe þestri nist ant com þe dai
salutis,
þe welle springet out of þe
uirtutis
Vuel þou wost he is þi sone
uentre quem portasti;
he nul nout werne þe þi bone
paruum quem lactasti.
so god ant so mild e is,
he bringet us alle in-to is blis
superni;
he hauet i-dut þe foule put
inferni.
uentre quem portasti;
he nul nout werne þe þi bone
paruum quem lactasti.
so god ant so mild e is,
he bringet us alle in-to is blis
superni;
he hauet i-dut þe foule put
inferni.
English Lyrics of the XIIIth Century | ||