Sammlung altenglischer legenden, grösstentheils zum ersten male hrsg. von C. Horstmann.

                                
                                  Toward god & toward ous?"
                                
                                  Þe fende answerd anon þis:
                                
                                  "Nouȝt toward god our malice nis,
                                
                                  Bot toward þe & al þe brod
                                
                                  Þat euer comeþ of ȝour blod:
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                                  For þurch ȝou we ben ybrouȝt [Ms. þurth st. þurch, wie 421, 439, 442, 455 u. ö.; Laing liest þurch.] 
                                
                                  Þer wo & sinne is euer wrouȝt.
                                
                                  &, Eue, ichil þat þou it wite:
                                
                                  Seþþen þou & Adam of þe appel bite,
                                
                                  We haue hadde pouwer & miȝt
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                                  To dere ȝou boþe day & niȝt".
                                
                                  "A, foule þing!" quaþ Seþ,
                                
                                  "Fro mi moder þat here geþ, [L. l. heren.] 
                                
                                  & fro me, þurch godes miȝt
                                
                                  Passe oway out of our siȝt!"
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                                  & þe fende, þe foule þing,
                                
                                  Þurch miȝt of þe heuen king
                                
                                  Out of her siȝt oway he nam,
                                
                                  Þai nist neuer whar he bicam.
                                
                                  Eue haþ Seþ yladde
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                                  To paradys, as Adam badde.
                                
                                  & Eue drouȝ hir fram þe ȝate,
                                
                                  Sche no durst nouȝt loke in þerate,
                                
                                  Sche durst nouȝt schewe god hir face,
                                
                                  Bot lete Seþ abide grace.
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                                  & Seþ in þilke stede,
                                
                                  Sore wepeand, in holy bede
                                
                                  He abod þer alle stille
                                
                                  Godes merci & godes wille.
                                
                                  Þurch þe vertu of godes miȝt
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                                  Þer com adoun an angel briȝt,
                                
                                  & seyd to Seþ in þis maner,
                                
                                  Þat he miȝt wiþ eren here:
                                
                                  "God, þat al þe warld haþ wrouȝt,
                                
                                  Sent þe word: þou biddest for nouȝt,
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                                  Er þe term be ygon
                                
                                  Of fiue þousende winter & on
                                
                                  & fiue & tenti winter & mo,
                                
                                  Er þat terme be ago
                                
                                  & god, þat is ful of miȝt,
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                                  Be in to erþe yliȝt
                                
                                  & haue ynomen kind of man
                                
                                  & baþed in þe flom Jordan:
                                
                                  Þan schal Adam & Eue, his wiif,
                                
                                  Be anoint wiþ oyle of liif,
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                                  & alle þo þat after hem comen
                                
                                  Þat haue ciristendom ynomen.
                                
                                  Go tel Adam, þi fader, þis
                                
                                  Þat no noþer grace þer nis.
                                
                                  & to grayþe him, bid him heyȝe:
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                                  His terme neiȝeþ þat he schal dye.
                                
                                  & when þe bodi, þat haþ don sinne,
                                
                                  & þe soule schal parten atvinne,
                                
                                  Riȝt whan þat time schal be:
                                
                                  Miche meruayl ȝe schullen yse —
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                                  So seyt mi lord, þat alle haþ wrouȝt,
                                
                                  & biddeþ þat ȝe no drede nouȝt
                                
                                  For nouȝt þat ȝe schul here no se.
                                
                                  So he sent ȝou word bi me".
                                
                                  Eue & Seþ her way nome
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                                  & went oȝain, as þai come,
                                
                                  & told Adam þe tiding
                                
                                  Þat him sent þe heuen king.
                                
                                  & Adam held vp boþe his hond
                                
                                  & þonked god of alle his sond.
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                                  Adam his eiȝen vnfeld:
                                
                                  & seþþen his sone he biheld
                                
                                  & seyd: "merci, swete Jhesus!
                                
                                  Who haþ wounded mi sone þus?"
                                
                                  "Bi god! Adam", quaþ Eue,
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                                  "He þat is about to greue
                                
                                  Oure soules, boþe niȝt & day,
                                
                                  As michel as euer he may;
                                
                                  Þat is þe fende, þat is our fo,
                                
                                  Þat haþ ous brouȝt in to þis wo:
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                                  He com & mett wiþ ous tvay,
                                
                                  As we ȝeden in þe way
                                
                                  & went toward paradys:
                                
                                  Þus he bot him in þe viis".
                                
                                  "Owe, Eue!" quaþ Adam þo,
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                                  "Þou hast ywrouȝt michel wo!
                                
                                  Alle þat after ous be bore,
                                
                                  Alle schal curssen ous þer fore,
                                
                                  & alle þat after ous liuen
                                
                                  Boþe amorwe & eke aneuen
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                                  Schul be bisy to bere þe wo
                                
                                  Þat is ywakened of ous tvo.
                                
                                  Þerfore, Eue, telle alle þine childer,
                                
                                  Boþe þe ȝonger & þe elder:
                                
                                  Þat þai be filed of our sinne;

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Title: Sammlung altenglischer legenden, grösstentheils zum ersten male hrsg. von C. Horstmann.
Author: Horstmann, Carl, b. 1851.
Canvas: Page 144
Publication: Heilbronn,: Gebr. Henninger,; 1878.
Subject terms: Legends; English poetry; Saints

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