<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=346063" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Of a Rose, a Lovely Rose, Of a Rose is Al myn Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lestenyt, lordynges, both elde and yinge,<br>How this rose began to sprynge;<br>Swych a rose to myn lykynge<br>In al this word ne knowe I non.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The aungil came fro hevene tour<br>To grete Marye with gret honour,<br>And seyde sche xuld bere the flour<br>That xulde breke the fyndes bond.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The flour sprong in heye Bedlem,<br>That is bothe bryht and schen:<br>The rose is Mary, hevene qwen,<br>Out of here bosum the blosme sprong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The ferste braunche is ful of myht,<br>That sprong on Crystemesse nyht,<br>The sterre schon over Bedlem bryht<br>That is bothe brod and long.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The secunde braunche sprong to helle,<br>The fendys power doun to felle:<br>Therein myht non sowle dwelle;<br>Blyssid be the time the rose sprong!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The thredde braunche is good and swote,<br>It sprang to hevene, crop and rote,<br>Therein to dwellyn and ben our bote;<br>Every day it schewit in prystes hond.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Prey we to here with gret honour,<br>She that bar the blyssid flowr,<br>She be our helpe and our socour<br>And schyld us fro the fyndes bond.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Olde+English">Anonymous Olde English</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=346063" data-title="Of a Rose, a Lovely Rose, Of a Rose is Al myn Song de Anonymous Olde English" data-description="Lestenyt, lordynges, both elde and yinge, How this rose began to sprynge; Swych a rose to myn lykynge In al this word ne knowe I non. The aungil came fro hevene tour To grete Marye with gret honour, And seyde sche xuld bere the flour That xulde b..."></div> </div> </div>

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