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 20, 2025.

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[The State of the World after Domes|day.]

                  
                    Of blis and bal nou haf ye herd,
                  
                    Nu sal I tel you of þis werd,
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                    Þat swa fordon was and fordriuin
                  
                    Eftir þat þe dom be giuin.
                  
                    It sal be brint sa dep on dreh
                  
                    Als noes flod rais quilum heih,
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                    And þan sal haf a schap al new,
                  
                    Euir mar to standin trew;
                  
                    Al þe elementes þat we se,
                  
                    Þan þai sal klengid be,
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                    Þat nou er stirand al sal stand,
                  
                    Sal tar be þan na pin in land,
                  
                    Als we nu er ilke dai in,
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                    Þat god hauis selid vs for vr sin.
                  
                    Als hate and cald, rain and wind,
                  
                    Sal be þan na storm to find,
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                    Ne mist ne mirk, ne na manere
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                    Of werd to þis werld to dere;
                  
                    Als vr bodis þat we her bar,
                  
                    Bes fairer þann þan euir was ar,
                  
                    Alsua þis werd sal we haf schrud, [folio 8b:2] 
                  
                    Þat hauid it neuir nan sa prude,
                  
                    An hundret siþe of fairer hew,
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                    Baþe heuin and erþe sal be mad new.
                  
                    Sun and mon, and stern on lift,
                  
                    Þat ai wit stiring er nuskift,
                  
                    And waters rinnand alwais wate,
                  
                    Gernand to turn in bettir state,
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                    Fra þat tim stil sal tai stand,
                  
                    Wit freli blis to be lastand.
                  
                    Þe sun sal haf, þe scriptur sais,
                  
                    Þe lihtis þan of sewis dais,
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                    Water þat wetin cristis fleis,
                  
                    And baptim his saintis weisse,
                  
                    Fra þat tim forþe ouir pas it sal
                  
                    Þe schene schining of cristal.
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                    Þe erþe þat cristis cors in-bred
                  
                    Of paradis sal ben a sted,
                  
                    And for it was mad quilum red,
                  
                    Wit blod of saintis þaron sched,
                  
                    It sal be fild wit mani flures,
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                    Smelland swet wit swet colures;
                  
                    Þat neuir mar sal dunne ne dwine,
                  
                    Bot als in paradis sal schine.
                  
                    Þat erþe, þat first was malediht
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                    To thornis for wr eldern pliht,
                  
                    Þan sal it bliscid be and quite
                  
                    Of labur, and of soru, and site;
                  
                    Ne neuir forþe fra þat dai
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                    Ne bes þarin wa harmis ai,
                  
                    And þus-gat sal he skift his hand,
                  
                    Þat lauerd þat es ai lastand.

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