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14 BLOW, NORTHERNE WYND
Blow, northerne wynd,
sent þou me my suetyng!
Blow, norþerne wynd,
blou! blou! blou!
sent þou me my suetyng!
Blow, norþerne wynd,
blou! blou! blou!
Ichot a burde in boure bryht
þat sully semly is on syht,
menskful maiden of myht,
feir ant fre to fonde.
In al þis wurhliche won
a burde of blod ant of bon
neuerȝete y nuste non
lussomore in londe.
þat sully semly is on syht,
menskful maiden of myht,
feir ant fre to fonde.
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a burde of blod ant of bon
neuerȝete y nuste non
lussomore in londe.
Blow, &c.
Wiþ lokkes lefliche ant longe,
wiþ frount ant face feir to fonde,
wiþ murþes monie mote heo monge,
þat brid so breme in boure,
wiþ lossom eye grete ant gode,
wiþ browen blysfol vnder hode.
He þat reste him on þe rode
þat leflich lyf honoure!
wiþ frount ant face feir to fonde,
wiþ murþes monie mote heo monge,
þat brid so breme in boure,
wiþ lossom eye grete ant gode,
wiþ browen blysfol vnder hode.
He þat reste him on þe rode
þat leflich lyf honoure!
Blou, &c.
Hire lure lumes liht
ase a launterne anyht,
hire bleo blykyeþ so bryht,
so feyr heo is ant fyn.
A suetly suyre heo haþ to holde,
wiþ armes, shuldre ase mon wolde
ant fyngres feyre forte folde.
God wolde hue were myn!
ase a launterne anyht,
hire bleo blykyeþ so bryht,
so feyr heo is ant fyn.
A suetly suyre heo haþ to holde,
wiþ armes, shuldre ase mon wolde
ant fyngres feyre forte folde.
God wolde hue were myn!
Middel heo haþ menskful smal;
hire loueliche chere as cristal,
þeȝes, legges, fet, ant al
ywraht wes of þe beste.
A lussum ledy lasteles
þat sweting is ant euer wes;
a betere burde neuer nes
yheryed wiþ þe heste.
hire loueliche chere as cristal,
þeȝes, legges, fet, ant al
ywraht wes of þe beste.
A lussum ledy lasteles
þat sweting is ant euer wes;
a betere burde neuer nes
yheryed wiþ þe heste.
Heo is dereworþe in day,
graciouse, stout, ant gay,
gentil, iolyf so þe iay,
worhliche when heo wakeþ.
Maiden murgest of mouþ;
bi est, bi west, by norþ ant souþ,
þer nis fiele ne crouþ
þat such murþes makeþ.
graciouse, stout, ant gay,
gentil, iolyf so þe iay,
worhliche when heo wakeþ.
Maiden murgest of mouþ;
bi est, bi west, by norþ ant souþ,
þer nis fiele ne crouþ
þat such murþes makeþ.
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Heo is coral of godnesse,
heo is rubie of ryhtfulnesse,
heo is cristal of clannesse,
ant baner of bealte;
heo is lilie of largesse,
heo is paruenke of prouesse,
heo is solsecle of suetnesse,
ant ledy of lealte.
heo is rubie of ryhtfulnesse,
heo is cristal of clannesse,
ant baner of bealte;
heo is lilie of largesse,
heo is paruenke of prouesse,
heo is solsecle of suetnesse,
ant ledy of lealte.
To Loue, þat leflich is in londe,
y tolde him, as ych vnderstonde,
hou þis hende haþ hent in honde
on huerte þat myn wes,
ant hire knyhtes me han so soht,
Sykyng, Sorewyng, ant Þoht,
þo þre me han in bale broht
aȝeyn þe poer of Péés.
y tolde him, as ych vnderstonde,
hou þis hende haþ hent in honde
on huerte þat myn wes,
ant hire knyhtes me han so soht,
Sykyng, Sorewyng, ant Þoht,
þo þre me han in bale broht
aȝeyn þe poer of Péés.
To Loue y putte pleyntes mo,
hou Sykyng me haþ siwed so,
ant eke Þoht me þrat to slo
wiþ maistry, ȝef he myhte,
ant Serewe sore in balful bende
þat he wolde for þis hende
me lede to my lyues ende
vnlahfulliche in lyhte.
hou Sykyng me haþ siwed so,
ant eke Þoht me þrat to slo
wiþ maistry, ȝef he myhte,
ant Serewe sore in balful bende
þat he wolde for þis hende
me lede to my lyues ende
vnlahfulliche in lyhte.
Hire loue me lustnede vch word
ant beh him to me ouer bord,
ant bed me hente þat hord
of myne huerte hele,
‘ant bisecheþ þat swete ant swote,
er þen þou falle ase fen of fote,
þat heo wiþ þe wolle of bote
dereworþliche dele.’
ant beh him to me ouer bord,
ant bed me hente þat hord
of myne huerte hele,
‘ant bisecheþ þat swete ant swote,
er þen þou falle ase fen of fote,
þat heo wiþ þe wolle of bote
dereworþliche dele.’
For hire loue y carke ant care,
for hire loue y droupne ant dare,
for hire loue my blisse is bare,
ant al ich waxe won;
for hire loue in slep y slake,
for hire loue al nyht ich wake,
for hire loue mournyng y make
more þen eny mon.
for hire loue y droupne ant dare,
for hire loue my blisse is bare,
ant al ich waxe won;
for hire loue in slep y slake,
for hire loue al nyht ich wake,
for hire loue mournyng y make
more þen eny mon.
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