By Joshua Seigal
I don’t like similes.Every time I try to think of onemy brain feels like a vast, empty desert;my eyes…
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- By UnknownLēodum is mīnum swylce him mon lāc gife;
willað hȳ hine āþecgan gif hē on þrēat cymeð.
Ungelīc is ū… - By John TickhillIn a sesone of somere þat souerayne ys of alle,
Þat was þe myry monþ of May May May is a “somere” month… - By UnknownIc on wincle gefrægn weaxan nathwæt,
þindan ond þunian, þecene hebban;
on þæt banlease bryd grapode,… - By UnknownMec feonda sum feore besnyþede,
woruldstrenga binom, wætte siþþan,
dyfde on wætre, dyde eft þonan,
sette… - By UnknownMoððe word fræt. Me þæt þuhte
wrætlicu wyrd, þa ic þæt wundor gefrægn,
þæt se wyrm forswealg wera gied… - By UnknownWrætlic hongað bi weres þeo,
frean under sceate. Foran is þyrel.
Bið stiþ ond heard, stede hafað godne… - By UnknownIc wat indryhtne æþelum deorne
giest in geardum, þam se grimma ne mæg
hungor sceððan ne se hata þurst… - By UnknownThe Jewes assembled were sone and of the cité come
An hundred thousand on hors with hamberkes atired… - By Unknownþat it apertly was apayed for profite þat he feld,
and [wrouȝt] buxumly by þe bestes wille in wise as… - By UnknownS m[u]sid in [m]i[n]des [a]n[d] merk[e] [ther] a
The tothe correctid [ther] tides mikel tene
S sett… - By UnknownSome strong enemy snatched my life,
deprived me of strength and soaked me,
drenched me in water, dragged… - By William LanglandWolleward and weetshoed wente I forþ after
As a recchelees renk þat [reccheþ of no wo],
And yede for… - By William LanglandIn a somer seson, whan softe was þe sonne,
I shoop me into [a] shrou[d] as I a sheep weere,
In habite… - By Richard Rolle[Alle perisches and passes pat we with eghe see]
It wanes into wrechednes, þe welth of þis worlde.… - By UnknownIt's as if someone should give a gift to my people—
they will kill him if he comes to the troop.
It … - By UnknownListen! I will speak of the sweetest dream,
what came to me in the middle of the night,
when speech-… - By UnknownHere begynnes a tretys and god schorte refreytebytwixe Wynnere and Wastoure
Sythen that Bretayne was… - By UnknownOft him anhaga are gebideð,
metudes miltse, þeah þe he modcearig
geond lagulade longe sceolde
hreran… - By UnknownHwæt! Ic swefna cyst secgan wylle,
hwæt me gemætte to midre nihte,
syðþan reordberend reste wunedon!…