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Cuadernillo culturales 1 SIN NOMBRES (1) (1)
Cuadernillo culturales 1 SIN NOMBRES (1) (1)
An Anglo-Saxon
Reade•_ New York: Henry Holt, 1913.
King Athelstan, the lord of warriors, Her iEoelstan cyning, eorla drihten,
Patron of heroes, and his brother too, beorna beahgifa, and his brobor eac,
Prince Edmund, won themselves eternal glory in Eadmund xoeling, ealdorlangne ifs
battle with the edges of their swords geslOgon act s=ce sweorda ecgum
Round Brunanburh; they broke the wall of shields, ymbe Brunanburh: bordweall clufan,
The sons of Edward with their well-forged swords heowan heabolinde hamora Mum,
Slashed at the linden-shields; such was their nature eaforan Padweardes, swa him gemOele wows
From boyhood that in battle they had often fram cneomagum, axt hi xt campe oft
Fought for their land, its treasures and its homes, wia la5ra gehwwne land
Against all enemies. Their foes fell dead, ealgodon„ hard and hamas. Hettend
The Scottish soldiers and their pirate host crungon Scotta leode and scipflotan,
Were doomed to perish: and with blood of men Mge feollan, feld dennode
The field was darkened from the time the sun secga swate, sil)pan sunne app
Rose at the break of day, the glorious star, on morgentrd. mere tungol,
God the eternal Lord's bright candle passed glad ofer grundas, Godes candel beorht,
Across the land, until this noble creature eves Drihtnes, o sio xoele gesceaft
Sank to its resting-place. There many men soh to setle. Dmr larg secg monig
Lay slain by spears, and northern warriors garum ageted, guma Noraerna
Shot down despite their shields, and Scotsmen too, ofer scyld scoten, swylce Scyttisc eac,
Weary, with battle sated. The West Saxons werig ranges sad. Wesseaxe fora
Throughout the whole long passing of the day andlangne dog eorodcystum
Pressed on in troops behind the hostile people, on last legdon Mourn 5eodum;
Hewed fiercely from the rear the fleeing host heowan hereflyman hindan 6earle
With well-ground swords. The Mercians refused mecum mylenscearpum. Myrce ne wyrndon
Hard battle-play to none among the fighters heardes handplegan h leoa ridnurn
Who came with Anlaf over rolling seas, adra 6e mid Aniafe ofer dargebland
Bringing invasion to this land by ship, on fides be sme land gesi5hton,
Destined to die in battle. Five young kings fge to gefeohte. Fife lagon
Lay dead upon the battlefield, by swords on clam campstede cyningas geonge,
Sent to their final sleep; and likewise seven sweordum aswefede, swylce seofene Eac
Of Antes earls, and countless of his host. eorlas Anlafes, unrim herges,
Both Scots and seamen. There the Norsemen's chief lfotena and Scott& Darr geflymed wearo
Was put to flight, and driven by dire need Norbmanna brego, neade gebded,
With a small retinue to seek his ship. to lides stefne lytle weorode:
The ship pressed out to sea, the king departed cread cnear on Plot, cyning at gewat
Onto the yellow flood and saved his life. on fealene flEd, feorh generede.
Likewise the wise old Constantinus came, Swylce caer Eac se froda mid Mame corn on
The veteran, to his northern native land his cyktre nosh, Costantinus,
By flichit; he had no reason to exult Mr hilderinc; hreman ne 6orfte
In that encounter; for he lost there friends meta geManan; he wars his maga sceard,
And was deprived of kinsmen in the strife freonda gefylled on folcstede,
Upon that battlefield, and left his son beslwgen get 532CCe, and his sunu forlet
Destroyed by wounds on that grim place of slaughter, on wwlstowe wundum forgrunden,
The young man in the fight. The grey-haired man geongne a2t gibe. Gylpan ne borfte
Had little cause to boast about that battle, beam blandenfeax billgeslihtes,
The sly old soldier, any more than Anlaf, eald inwidda, ne Anlaf ay ma
They could not with their remnant laugh and claim mid heora herelgum hlihhan ne oorftun
That they were better in warlike deeds owt hi beaduweorca beteran wurdon on
When banners met upon the battlefield, campstede cumbolgehnastes,
Spears clashed and heroes greeted one another, garmittinge, gumena gemotes,
Weapons contended, when they played at war wpemge‘vrixies, 8ws hi on wwlfelda
With Edward's sons upon the place of carnage. wiO Eadweardes eaforan plegodori.
The Norsemen left them in their well-nailed ships, Gewiton him I)a Noramenn nwgledcearrum,
The sad survivors of the darts, on Dingesmere dreorig dam& laf„ on Dinges mere
Over the deep sea back they went to Dublin ofer dEop waster Dyflin secan,
To Ireland they returned with shameful hearts. and eft Iraland, wisctriode.
The brothers also both went home together, Swylce 6a gebrOaor begen wtsomne,
The king and prince returned to their own country, cyning and xoeling, cylotle sebum,
The land of Wessex, triumphing in war. Wesseaxena land, wages hremige.
They left behind corpses for the dark Letan him behindan hra bryttigan
Black-coated raven, horny beaked to enjoy, salowigpadan, done sweartan hrfn,
And for the eagle, white-backed and dun-coated, hyrnednebban, and done hasopadan,
The greedy war-hawk, and that grey wild beast earn aeftan hwit, &ses brcican,
The forest wolf. Nor has there on this island grdigne gadhafoc, and daet gra-ege deor,
Been ever yet a greater number slain, wulf on wealda. Ne weard wwl mare
Killed by the edges of the sword before on 65s iglande fre gyrta
this time, as books make known to us, and old folces gefylled beforan Oyssum
And learned scholars, after hither came sweordes ecgum, oxs oe us secgad bee,
The Angles and the Saxons from the east ealde fiawitan, siNDan eastan hider
Over the broad sea sought the land of Britain. Engle and Seaxe Lipp becomon,
Proud wamiakers. Victorious warriors, ofer brade brimu Brytene sohton,
Conquered the Welsh, and so obtained this land. wlance wigsmidas, Wealas ofercOmon,
eorlas a•hwate eard begeatan.
The Hundred Years' War: The Battle of Agincourt (1415)
Shakespeare. Henry- V (1599), 4.3:
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Now fayre, fayrest off every fayre,
Princes most plesant and preclare,
The lustyest one alyire that bync, ngf dir/
Tire Me Poems of Henry son, Dunbar and DouAlas. Ed. j.A. Tasioulas.
Edinburgh: Carinongate, 1999. Tames IV & Margaret Tudor. Seaton armorial, Ills Ace. 9309 (early 17th c.)
National Library of Scotland
Robert Southwell, "Decease Release" (c. 1593-95)
A song made by her majesty and sung before her at her coming from
Whitehall to Paul's through Fleet Street in Anno Donzini 1588
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The Political Works ofJ ames I. Ed. Charles H. Menu-aim Cambridge, MA: Harvard UP, 1918.
The Civil War:
Richard Lovelace. "To Althea. From Prison" (1642):
I
When Love with unconfined wings
Hovers within my gates;
And my divine Althea brings
To whisper at the grates:
When I lie tangled in her hair,
And fettered to her eye;
The gods that wanton in the air,
Know no such Liberty.
II
When flowing cups run swiftly round
With no allaying Thames,
Our careless heads with roses bound,
Our hearts with loyal flames;
When thirsty grief in wine we steep,
When healths and draughts go free,
Fishes that tipple in the deep,
Know no such liberty.
III
When (like committed linnets) I
With shriller throat shall sing
The sweetness, mercy, majesty,
And glories of my KingING;
When I shall voice aloud, how good
He is, how great should be;
Enlarged winds that curl the flood,
Know no such liberty.
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Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage;
.4tv .diutius eriton t irate. run t , nem', tam Minds innocent and quiet take
fart?tei- reliqutt Ta z I _L ib . 2 .0
That for an hermitage;
If I have free dome in my love,
Charles I. Line engraving by Robert White (late 17'11c). And in my soul am free;
The National Portrait Gallery Angels alone that soar above,
Enjoy such liberty.
"Regime de Vivre"
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Baron IV /mot 1.1:-K-ilizny-
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