Altenglische legenden.

                                
                                  Þat bothe to þe kirk tent toke
                                
                                  And to vestmentes & to boke;
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                                  Scho bad him take in sone onane
                                
                                  Þat seli pure goddes manne:
                                
                                  "For his penaunce & his praiere
                                
                                  To mi sonne he es full dere".
                                
                                  Þan faste oute of þe kirk he ranne
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                                  For-to seke þis goddef manne.
                                
                                  Full mani pure men he sawe,
                                
                                  Bote nane of þaim gon he knawe
                                
                                  Of whaim oure ladi to him spak;
                                
                                  Forthi he ne wiste whaim in to take.
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                                  He come rynnand againe forthi
                                
                                  And praied oure ladi inwardeli:
                                
                                  "Ladi, þi seruaunde haue i soȝte,
                                
                                  And, for-sothe, I knawe him noȝte:
                                
                                  Þerfore, ladie, wisse þou me
                                  Line 265 
                                
                                  To him, ife þi will be!"
                                
                                  Þan þe ymage of oure ladie
                                
                                  Answerd him aperteli:
                                
                                  "Be þis taken þou sall him kenne [Das Zeichen wird nicht genannt.] 
                                
                                  Þare he sittis ymange pure menne".
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                                  And he rynnes forthe & findes him riȝte,
                                
                                  Als þe ymage had him highte.
                                
                                  On knees he fell þan ate his fete,
                                
                                  And full faire he gon him grete
                                
                                  & saide: "gude man, i praie the,
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                                  Þou come in-to þe kirk wiþ me!
                                
                                  For god, þat es ofe maste pouste,
                                
                                  To his seruaunde hase chosen þe".
                                
                                  When Alexis herd þis sawe,
                                
                                  He sighed and held his heued full lawe,
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                                  For his godenes he wald ware hid
                                
                                  And lathe him was þat ite ware kidde;
                                
                                  Bote noȝte-forthi he wiþ him ȝede,
                                
                                  And to þe kirk he gon him lede.
                                
                                  Þe folk herd þis myracle swete:
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                                  And knelid before Alexis fete,
                                
                                  And in riche sete þai him sette
                                
                                  And wiþ faire wordes þai him grette.
                                
                                  Alexis of þis was noghte payed
                                
                                  And to him-selfe þusgates he sayed:
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                                  "Þou þat made all thinge iwisse,

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Title: Altenglische legenden.
Author: Horstmann, Carl, ed. b. 1851.
Canvas: Page 180
Publication: Heilbronn,: Gebr. Henninger,; 1881.
Subject terms: Saints -- Legends; English poetry; Legends

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Collection: Corpus of Middle English Prose and Verse
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