Category Poetry

According to Mathew Arnold, Poetry is criticism of life. So be critic that means be a poet.

Sir Gawain and the Green Knight

Sir Gawain and the Green Knight BY ANONYMOUS siþen þe sege and þe assaut watz sesed at troye þe bor3 brittened and brent to brondez and…

Patience

Patience BY ANONYMOUS Pacience is a poynt, Þa3 hit displese ofte. When heuy herttes ben hurt wyth heÞyng oÞer elles, Suffraunce may aswag[en] hem & Þe…

Beowulf (modern English translation)

Beowulf (modern English translation) BY ANONYMOUS TRANSLATED BY FRANCES B. GUMMERE LO, praise of the prowess of people-kings of spear-armed Danes, in days long sped, we…

“Now Goeth Sun Under Wood”

“Now Goeth Sun Under Wood” BY ANONYMOUS Now goth sonne under wod: Me reweth, Marye, thy faire rode. Now goth sonne under tree: Me reweth,…

Beowulf (Old English version)

Beowulf (Old English version) BY ANONYMOUS Hwæt. We Gardena in geardagum, þeodcyninga, þrym gefrunon, hu ða æþelingas ellen fremedon. Oft Scyld Scefing sceaþena þreatum, monegum…

Amoretti XIII: “In that proud port, which her so goodly graceth”

Amoretti XIII: “In that proud port, which her so goodly graceth” BY EDMUND SPENSER In that proud port, which her so goodly graceth, Whiles her faire…

Amoretti VIII: More then most faire, full of the living fire

Amoretti VIII: More then most faire, full of the living fire BY EDMUND SPENSER More then most faire, full of the living fire, Kindled above unto…

Amoretti LXXXIX: Lyke as the Culver on the barèd bough

Amoretti LXXXIX: Lyke as the Culver on the barèd bough BY EDMUND SPENSER Lyke as the Culver on the barèd bough, Sits mourning for the absence…

Amoretti LXXXI: Fayre is my love, when her fayre golden heares

Amoretti LXXXI: Fayre is my love, when her fayre golden heares BY EDMUND SPENSER Fayre is my love, when her fayre golden heares, With the loose…

Amoretti LXXV: One Day I Wrote her Name

Amoretti LXXV: One Day I Wrote her Name BY EDMUND SPENSER One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed…