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>>18845829
poetry-dedicated thread archived. anyone familiar with OE alliterative verse? I wanna make sure I didn't make any metrical mistakes. (This is a loose adaptation of the Song of Groa)

Then I sing first | that spell oft-tried,
which Rani taught Rind: | Reave from your head,
all irksome thoughts! | Idle your woes,
leave low your sins, | let self move self.

Then next I sing | a nether-spell:
When must you wander | a mirthless way,
the words of Wyrd | your wards shall be,
whichever the road | wills you go forth.

Then third I sing | a turning-spell:
That if swift streams | should threaten death,
bend then to Hell | both Horn and Ruth,
and where you walk | the waters fail.

Then fourth I sing | the fighter’s spell:
If greet you foes | on gallow-roads,
your winsome heart | their will shall break,
their reckons run | to restfulness.

Then fifth I sing | a fasten-spell:
If locked and lame | your limbs are made,
the binds shall burst | and beat your hands,
and fly the fetters | your feet have stood.

Then sixth I sing | a spell of ward:
If seabreak storms | show might unknown,
not wind nor wave | will do you harm,
safe ways your boat | shall always find.

Then seventh I sing | a spell of Wey:
If frost should seek | to fell you loft,
may biting cold | break not your flesh,
whole and wistful | your wight shall be.

Then eighth I sing | that elven-spell:
If nightfall comes | on nifolroads,
the ruthful curse | of a Rood-woman,
in Hell should keep | and harm you not.

Then ninth I sing | that naming-spell:
If words you spar | with ettin-folk,
Your heart should stock | high stores of wit,
and your mouth hight | mims for the wise.

Bear hence, my friend | what I have said,
and let it live | long in your breast;
At your beck be | the best of luck,
long as my lark | lasts you still.

>>18817327
adaptation of the song of Groa in OE alliterative verse
anyone happen to be familiar with the rules of this style? I wanna make sure I don't have any metrical errors. Also gib suggestions, etc.

Then I sing first | that spell oft-tried,
which Rani taught Rind: | Reave from your head,
all irksome thoughts! | Idle your woes,
leave low your sins, | let self move self.

Then next I sing | a nether-spell:
When must you wander | a mirthless way,
the words of Wyrd | your wards shall be,
whichever the road | wills you go forth.

Then third I sing | a turning-spell:
That if swift streams | should threaten death,
bend then to Hell | both Horn and Ruth,
and where you walk | the waters fail.

Then fourth I sing | the fighter’s spell:
If greet you foes | on gallow-roads,
your winsome heart | their will shall break,
their reckons run | to restfulness.

Then fifth I sing | a fasten-spell:
If locked and lame | your limbs are made,
the binds shall burst | and beat your hands,
and fly the fetters | your feet have stood.

Then sixth I sing | a spell of ward:
If seabreak storms | show might unknown,
not wind nor wave | will do you harm,
safe ways your boat | shall always find.

Then seventh I sing | a spell of Wey:
If frost should seek | to fell you loft,
may biting cold | break not your flesh,
whole and wistful | your wight shall be.

Then eighth I sing | that elven-spell:
If nightfall comes | on nifolroads,
the ruthful curse | of a Rood-woman,
in Hell should keep | and harm you not.

Then ninth I sing | that naming-spell:
If words you spar | with ettin-folk,
Your heart should stock | high stores of wit,
and your mouth hight | mims for the wise.

Bear hence, my friend | what I have said,
and let it live | long in your breast;
At your beck be | the best of luck,
long as my lark | lasts in you still.