Cursor mundi (The cursur o the world). A Northumbrian poem of the XIVth century in four versions. Ed. by the Rev. Richard Morris ...

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London,: Pub. for the Early English text society by K. Paul, Trench, Trübner & co.,

1874-93.

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"Cursor mundi (The cursur o the world). A Northumbrian poem of the XIVth century in four versions. Ed. by the Rev. Richard Morris ..." In the digital collection Corpus of Middle English Prose and Verse. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/AJT8128.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 19, 2024.

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[Thomas Didymus.]

                  
                    [T]homas, didimus he hight,
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                    For lang he douted in þe right,
                  
                    þat he might noght trou wid ere,
                  
                    Wid eie was he mad lele truere.
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                    He prechid þar wid fote and ȝede
                  
                    To peris, and parth, and folk of mede,
                  
                    And to þe folk of hirthane,
                  
                    Till þaim of inde and batriane.
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                    Fast he soght þat estrin thede, [folio 140b:2] 
                  
                    And thriled in-to haiþen-hede,
                  
                    And þar he lenghtid his sarmun,
                  
                    Bituix and till his passiun.
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                    In a cite hight calamine,
                  
                    Of inde fine flesli þar toke he,
                  
                    Smiten thoru wid a spere,
                  
                    And his bodi es birid þere.

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