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Phillipps, Thomas, 1792-1872

"The Departing Soul's Address to the Body A Fragment of a Semi-Saxon Poem, Discovered Among the Archives of Worcester Cathedral"

alas! thy foul will
wo haveth hit me idon. hath wrought my woe.
Thu fule mathe _mae_te. 585 Thou foul food for worms,
hwi hauest thu me biswiken. why hast thou deceived me?
For thine fule sunne. For thy wicked sin
ic scal nu _in helle_. I shall now in hell
drei[gh]en ther wrecche sith. suffer there a wretched time,
all for thine fule lif. 590 all for thy wicked life;
[gh]et ic wulle the aetwi_nne_. yet I will flee thee
_and thine_ wea sithes. and thy dreary fate.
Nu ic scal soriliche. Now I shall sorrowfully
sithien from the. depart from thee;
nu beoth thine teth atru. 595 thy teeth are now poisonous;
_thin_ tunge is ascorted. thy tongue is shortened,
theo the facen was. which was so deceitful
and then feonde icweme. and pleasing to the fiend.
Mid wowe _dreames_. With unjust judgments,
and mid gultes feole. 600 and with many trespasses,
_thu_ othre birefedest. thou bereaved others
rihtes istreones. of their rightful wealth,
gaederest to * * * ime. gatheredest * * *
ac hit is nu all igon.


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