Edi beo thu hevene quene - Anonymous

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⌛ Epoche → Mittelalter ◈ Genre → Motetten ♬ Besetzung → SS ¶ Sprache → Old English

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CPDL Nr. 40872

Bearbeiter Monique Rio

Veröffentlicht 2016-08-24

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1. Edi beo thu hevene queen folks froure and engles blis. Mo der unwem med and maiden clene swich in world non other nis. On the hit is wel eth sene of alle wimmen thu hav est the pris, mi swete leyedi her mi bene and reu of me zif thiwille is. 2. Thu tasteghe so the daiy rewe The deleth from the deorke nicht; Of thee sprong a leome new That al this world haveth ilight. Nis non maide of thine heowe Swo fair, so sche ne, so ru di, swo bricht; Swete levedi, or me thu reowe And have merci of thin knicht. 3. Spronge blostme of one rote, The Holi Gost thee reste upon; Thet wes for monkunnes bote And heore soule toalesen for on. Levedi milde, softe and swote, Ic crie thee merci, ic am thi mon, Bo the to honed and to fote, On alle wise that ic kon. 4. Thu ert eorthe to gode sede; On thee lighte the heovene deugh, Of thee sprong theo edi blede The Holi Gost hire on thee seugh. Thu bring us ut of kare of drede That Eve bitterliche us breugh. Thu sschalt us in to heovene lede; Welle swete is the ilke deugh. 5. Moder, ful of thewes hende, Maide dreigh and wel itaucht, Icem in thine love bende, And to thee is al mi draucht. Thu me sschildghe from the feonde, Ase thu ert freo, and wilt and maucht; Help me to mi lives ende, And make me with thin sone isaught.