The Old English Physiologus by Unknown
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Fills all the place--an incense lovelier,
Sweeter, and abler to perfume the air, Than any odor of an earthly flower Or scent of woodland fruit, more excellent * * * * * it. Kind, attractive, and friendly, he has no thought of doing harm to any save the envenomed foe, his ancient adversary of whom I spoke. When, delighting in a feast, he has partaken of food, ever at the end of the meal he betakes himself to his resting-place, a hidden retreat among the mountain-caves; there the champion of his race, overcome by sleep, abandons himself to slumber for the space of three nights. Then the dauntless one, replenished with vigor, straightway arises from sleep when the third day has come. A melody, the most ravishing of strains, flows from the wild beast's mouth; and, following the music, there issues a fragrance from the place--a fume more transporting, sweet, and strong than any odor whatever, than blossoms of plants or fruits of the forest, choicer * * * * * Ãonne of ceastrum and cynestÅlum 50 and of burgsalum beornþrÄat monig farað foldwegum folca þrȳþum; Äoredcystum, ofestum gefȳsde, dareðlÄcende --dÄor [s]wÄ some-- æfter þǣre stefne on þone stenc farað. 55 SwÄ is Dryhten God, drÄama RÇ£dend, |
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