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g realms, also the fierce-raging streams 350 And the blisses of heaven, through his blessed mercy. THE PHOENIX [Text used: Bright's _Anglo-Saxon Reader_. The Latin source is also printed there. Alliterative translations: Pancoast and Spaeth, _Early English Poems_; William Rice Sims, _Modern Language Notes_, vii, 11-13; Hall, _Judith_, _Phoenix_, etc. Source: First part, Lactantius, _De Ave Phoenice_; second part, application of the myth to Christ based on Ambrose and Bede. In summing up scholarly opinion up to the date of his own writing (1910) Mr. Kennedy says [_The Poems of Cynewulf_, pp. 58-59]: "In general, however, it may be said that, while the question does not submit itself to definite conclusions, the weight of critical opinion leans to the side of Cynewulf's having written the _Phoenix_, and that the time of its composition would fall between the _Christ_ and the _Elene_." The first part of the poem is among the most pleasing pieces of description in Anglo-Saxon.] I. I have heard that there lies a land far hence A noble realm well-known unto men, In the eastern kingdoms. That corner of the world Is not easy of access to every tribe 5 On the face of the earth, but afar it was placed By the might of the Maker from men of sin. The plain is beautiful, a place of blessings, And filled with the fairest fragrance of earth; Matchless is that island, its maker unequalled, 10 Steadfast and strong of heart, who established that land. There are often open to the eyes of the blessed, The happiness of the holy through heaven's door. That is a winsome plain; the woods are green, Far stretching under the stars. There no storm of rain or snow, 15 Nor breath of frost nor blast of fire, Nor fall of hail nor hoary frost, Nor burning sun nor bitter cold, Nor warm weather nor winter showers Shall work any woe, but that winsome plain 20 Is wholesome and unharmed; in that happy land Blossoms are blown. No bold hills nor mountains There stand up steep; no stony cliffs Lift high their heads as here with us, Nor dales nor glens nor darksome gorges, 25 Nor caves nor crags; nor occur there ever
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