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Ic
eom indryhten ond eorlum cuð,
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I am noble, known
to rest in the quiet
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ond reste oft ricum ond heanum,
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Keeping of many men, humble and high born.
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folcum gefræge. Fere wide,
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The plunderers' joy, hauled far from friends,
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ond me fremdes ær freondum
stondeð
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Rides richly on me, shines signifying
power,
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hiþendra hyht, gif ic
habban sceal
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Whether I proclaim the grandeur of halls,
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blæd in burgum oþþe
beorhtne god.
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The wealth of cities, or the glory of
God.
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Nu
snottre men swiþast lufiaþ
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Now wise men love most my strange way
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midwist mine: ic monigum sceal
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Of offering wisdom to many without voice.
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wisdom cyþan; no þær
word sprecað
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Though the children of earth eagerly seek
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ænig ofer eorðan. Þeah
nu ælda bearn
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To trace my trail, sometimes my tracks
are dim.
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londbuendra lastas mine
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swiþe secað, ic swaþe
hwilum
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mine bemiþe monna gehwylcum.
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