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Die Gedichte des Franziskaners Jakob Ryman


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[Poems of the Franciscan Jacob Ryman.]
 I. 
I. Alma redemptoris mater, Quem de celis misit pater.
 II. 
II. Inquit Marie Gabriell: ‘Concipies Emanuel.’
 III. 
III. Nowel, nowel, nowel, nowel, Nowel, nowel, nowel, nowel! Inquit Marie Gabriel: ‘Concipies Emanuel.’
 IV. 
IV. Stella maris, micaris clare: Regina celi, letare.
 V. 
V. O quene of grace, o Mary myelde, For vs thou pray vnto thy childe.
 VI. 
VI. O virgyne Marie, quene of blis, Of thy conforte lete vs not mys.
 VII. 
VII. Sancta virgo Maria, Dei genitrix pia.
 VIII. 
VIII. To hevyn blis that we may come, O mater, ora filium.
 IX. 
IX. O castitatis lilium, Tuum precare filium.
 X. 
X. O benigna, laude digna, Tuo nato nos consigna.
 XI. 
XI. O virgo summe decora, Pro nobis Cristum exora.
 XII. 
XII. O clemens, o pia, O dulcis Maria.
 XIII. 
XIII. Salue, sancta parens Omni labe carens.
 XIV. 
XIV. Aue, regina celorum, Flos et decus beatorum.
 XV. 
XV. Gaude, mater gloriosa, Super omnes speciosa.
 XVI. 
XVI. ‘Rarissima in delicijs, Iam ueni: coronaberis.’
 XVII. 
XVII. Ecce, quod natura mutat sua iura: Virgo parit pura dei filium.
 XVIII. 
XVIII. Ecce, quod natura Mutat sua iura: Virgo parit pura Dei filium.
 XIX. 
XIX. A Roose hath borne a lilly white, The whiche floure is moost pure and bright.
 XX. 
XX. There sprunge a yerde of Iesse moore: There was neuer none suche before, Ne non shalbe. This yerde was Marie, virgyne fre.
 XXI. 
XXI. Vnto Marie he that loue hath, To here synge he: ‘Magnificat.’
 XXXI. 
XXXI. Angelus inquit pastoribus: ‘Nunc natus est altissimus.’
 XXXII. 
XXXII. Gloria in altissimis, For nowe is borne the king of blis.
 XXXIII. 
XXXIII. In terra pax hominibus, Quia natus est dominus.
 XXXV. 
XXXV. O Christe, rex gencium, O vita viuencium.
 XXXVI. 
XXXVI. Nowe in this fest, thys holy fest Saluator mundi natus est.
 XXXVII. 
XXXVII. Now in this fest, this holy fest Nunc puer nobis natus est; Nunc puer nobis natus est, Et puer nobis datus est.
 XXXVIII. 
XXXVIII. Be we mery now in this fest, In quo saluator natus est.
 XXXIX. 
XXXIX. The sonne of god man bicome is Of virgyn Marie, quene of blis.
 XLI. 
XLI. A meyden myelde a chielde hath bore Mankyende to blis forto restore.
 XLII. 
XLII. Bothe man and chielde, haue myende of þis, How god is sonne of blis Of Marie myelde man become is To deye for mannys mys.
 XLIII. 
XLIII. My herte is sette alone On god bothe thre and one.
 XLIV. 
XLIV. Ther is a chielde, a heuenly childe I-borne this nyght of Marie myelde.
 XLV. 
XLV. God bothe iij and one Is oure comforte alone.
 XLVI. 
XLVI. The sone of god alone Hath made vs free echeone.
 XLVII. 
XLVII. Honoure to the alone, That art bothe iij. and one
 XLVIII. 
XLVIII. The sone of god is man become Pro salute fidelium.
 XLIX. 
XLIX. Amende we vs, while we haue space, For why nowe is the tyme of grace.
 L. 
L. Of thy mercy lete vs not mys, Fili Marie virginis.
 LI. 
LI. Hec sunt verba saluatoris: ‘Nolo mortem peccatoris.’
 LII. 
LII. Thus seith Ihesus of Nazareth: ‘Of a synner I wille noo deth.’
 LIII. 
LIII. ‘Reuert, reuert, reuert, reuert: O synfull man, geve me thyn hert.’
 LIV. 
LIV. Hec sunt verba prophetica: ‘Amittes mundi prospera.’
 LV. 
LV. ‘Alle worldly welth passed me fro: Nunc in puluere dormio.’
 LVI. 
LVI. Ete ye this brede, ete ye this brede And ete it so, ye be not dede.
 LVII. 
LVII. O, o, o, o, o, o, o, o, O deus sine termino.
 LIX. 
LIX. Ortus est sol iusticie Ex illibata virgine.
 LX. 
LX. Beholde, to you gret ioy I bring, For nowe is born Crist heuen king.
 LXI. 
LXI. A sterre shone bright on xij day Ouer that place, where Ihesus lay.
 LXVIII. 
LXVIII. Of a mayden to vs borne is The sonne of god and king of blis.
 LXX. 
LXX. Fare wele, aduent: cristemas is cum. Fare wele fro vs both alle and sume.
 LXXI. 
LXXI. Te patrem nostrum inuocamus, Te deum verumque laudamus.
 LXXII. 
LXXII. Alpha et o quem vocamus, Te deum verumque laudamus.
 LXXIII. 
LXXIII. Dulciter pangamus: ‘Te deum laudamus.’
 LXXIV. 
LXXIV. Alpha et o quem vocamus, Te deum verum laudamus.
 LXXV. 
LXXV. Singe we alle this tyme thus: ‘Te deum laudamus.’
 LXXVI. 
LXXVI. Dulciter pangamus: ‘Te deum laudamus.’
 LXXXVI. 
LXXXVI. In Criste Ihesu be we alle gladde, By whome oure ioye endeles is hadde.
 LXXXVII. 
LXXXVII. As Gabriell archaungell seyde, Now Criste is borne of a pure meyde.
 LXXXVIII. 
LXXXVIII. ‘Awake, Ioseph, awake, awake, And to Marie thy way thou take.’
 XC. 
XC. O synfull man, beholde and se, What thy maker hath done for þe.
 XCIX. 
XCIX. Right, as the aungell tolde, it is, That nowe is borne the king of blis.
 C. 
C. A chielde is borne with vs to dwell: Nomen eius Emanuell.
 CI. 
CI. Mary so myelde of hert and myende Hath borne a childe to save mankyende.
 CIII. 
CIII. Mary hath borne alone The sonne of god in trone.
 CIV. 
CIV. Mary myelde made grete mone For her dere sonne alone.
 CV. 
CV. Salue, regina glorie, Mater misericordie.
 CVI. 
CVI. Mary so myelde alone For her chielde made grete mone.
 CVII. 
CVII. Stella celi, micaris clare; Regina celi, letare.
 CX. 
CX. O quene of pitee, moder of grace, In the high citee graunt vs a place.
 CXIII. 
CXIII. ‘Heyle, Mary, meyden meke and mylde: Thou shalte conceyue and bere a chylde.’
 CXIV. 
CXIV. Thys ys fulle tru, þis ys fulle tru (Who can sey ‘Nay’ to thys?): Mary ys modere of Ihesu, And god hys fadere ys.
 CXV. 
CXV. A meyden mylde hath born a chylde Mankynde a-yene to by: Hys name Ihesus ys callyd thus And here name mylde Mary.
 CXVI. 
CXVI. Mary so myld (scripture seyeth þus) Hath borne a chyld namyd Ihesus.
 CXVIII. 
CXVIII. Mirabile misterium: The sone of god ys man becum.
 CXIX. 
CXIX. Mary so mylde, so meke, so fre Hath borne a chylde of hyghe degre, And his name ys Ihesus.
 CXX. 
CXX. Salue, regina glorie, Mater misericordie.
 CXXI. 
CXXI. Salue, regina glorie, Mater misericordie.
 CXXII. 
CXXII. Salue, regina glorie, Mater misericordie.
 CXXIII. 
CXXIII. Salue, regina glorie, Mater misericordie.
 CXXIV. 
CXXIV. Dulciter pangamus: ‘Te deum laudamus.’
 CXXV. 
CXXV. Te patrem rite uocamus, Te deum uite laudamus.
 CXXVI. 
CXXVI. Syng we alle thys tyme þus: ‘Te deum laudamus.’
 CXXVII. 
CXXVII. Alpha et .oo. quem vocamus, Te deum verum laudamus.
 CXXVIII. 
CXXVIII. Syng we alle thys tyme thus: ‘Te deum laudamus.’
 CXXIX. 
CXXIX. Nowe syng we thys tyme thus: ‘Te deum laudamus.’
 CXXX. 
CXXX. Syng we alle thys tyme thus: ‘Te deum laudamus.’
 CXXXI. 
CXXXI. Synge we alle thys tyme thus: ‘Te deum laudamus.’
 CXXXII. 
CXXXII. Nowe syng we thys tyme þus: ‘Te deum laudamus.’
 CXXXIII. 
CXXXIII. Dulciter pangamus: ‘Te deum laudamus.’
 CXXXIV. 
CXXXIV. Te patrem inuocamus, Te deumque laudamus.
 CXXXV. 
CXXXV. Dulciter pangamus: ‘Te deum laudamus.’
 CXXXVI. 
CXXXVI. Te deum laudamus, Te dominum confitemur.
 CXXXVII. 
CXXXVII. Te deum laudamus, Te dominum confitemur. O sweete Ihesu, we knowlege this, cetera. With hert and mynd, with will and þouȝt Dulciter pangamus To god most kynd, thatt all hath wrouȝt: ‘Te deum laudamus.’
 CXXXVIII. 
CXXXVIII. Mekely we syng and seye to the: ‘Maria, spes nostra, salue.’
 CXXXIX. 
CXXXIX. O regina clemencie, O mater indulgencie.
 CXL. 
CXL. Maria, mater gracie, Mater misericordie.
 CXLIV. 
CXLIV. Regina celi, letare With god and man alsoo, Quem meruisti portare Withowten peyn and woo.
 CXLV. 
CXLV. O regina clemencie, O mater indulgencie.
 CXLVI. 
CXLVI. Mary hath borne alone The sonne of god in trone.
 CXLVII. 
CXLVII. To the we make oure mone, Moder of Crist, alone.
 CXLVIII. 
CXLVIII. The sone of god in trone Hath take mankynd alone.
 CLII. 
CLII. Sancta Maria, ora pro nobis.
 CLIII. 
CLIII. Sancta Maria, ora pro nobis.
 CLIV. 
CLIV. Sancta Maria, ora pro nobis.
 CLV. 
CLV. Sancta Maria, ora pro nobis.
 CLVI. 
CLVI. Sancta Maria, ora pro nobis.
 CLVII. 
CLVII. Sancta Maria, ora pro nobis.
 CLVIII. 
CLVIII. Sancta Maria, ora pro nobis.
 CLIX. 
CLIX. Cum sola sis spes hominum, Ora pro nobis dominum.
 CLX. 
CLX. O clemens, o pia, O dulcis Maria.
 CLXI. 
CLXI. Pater de celis, deus, miserere nobis.
 CLXII. 
CLXII. Fili Marie uirginis, Succurre nobis miseris.
 CLXIII. 
CLXIII. O mater summi iudicis, Succurre nobis miseris.
 CLXIV. 
CLXIV. Vita, dulcedo et spes Nostra, Maria, tu es.
 CLXV. 
CLXV. I bryng tydyngys, thatte be fulle tru (Who can sey ‘Nay’ to thys?): Mary is moder of Ihesu, And god ys fader ys.

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LVI. Ete ye this brede, ete ye this brede
And ete it so, ye be not dede.

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This brede geveth eternall lyfe
Bothe vnto man, to chielde and wyfe;
It yeldeth grace and bateth stryfe:
Ete ye it so, ye be not ded.

2

It semeth white, yet it is rede,
And it is quik and semeth dede,
For it is god in fourme of brede:
Ete ye it so, ye be not ded.
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3

This blessed brede is aungellis foode,
Mannes also perfecte and goode;
Therfore ete ye it with myelde moode:
Ete ye it so, ye be not dede.

4

This brede fro heven did descende
Vs fro alle ille for to defende
And to geve vs lyfe withoute ende:
Ete ye it so, ye be not dede.

5

In virgyne Mary this brede was bake,
Whenne Criste of her manhoode did take
Fre of alle synne mankyende to make:
Ete ye it so, ye be not dede.

6

Ete ye this brede withouten synne,
Eternall blis thanne shall ye wynne.
God graunte vs grace to dwell therin.
Ete ye it so, ye be not dede.
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