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Neb wæs min on nearwe, ond ic neoþan wætre, I was locked in a narrow nest, flode underflowen, firgenstreamum My beak bound below the water swiþe besuncen, ond on sunde awox In a dark dive; the sea surged ufan yþum þeaht, anum getenge Where my wings woke -- my body quickened liþendum wuda lice mine. 5 From the clutch of wave and wandering wood. 5 Hæfde feorh cwico, þa ic of fæðmum cwom Born black, streaked white, I rise brimes ond beames on blacum hrægle; From the womb of waves on the wind's back, sume wæron hwite hyrste mine, Sailing over seals' bath. Who am I? þa mec lifgende lyft upp ahof, wind of wæge, siþþan wide bær 10 ofer seolhbaþo. Saga hwæt ic hatte.
QuoteNeb wæs min on nearwe, ond ic neoþan wætre, I was locked in a narrow nest, flode underflowen, firgenstreamum My beak bound below the water swiþe besuncen, ond on sunde awox In a dark dive; the sea surged ufan yþum þeaht, anum getenge Where my wings woke -- my body quickened liþendum wuda lice mine. 5 From the clutch of wave and wandering wood. 5 Hæfde feorh cwico, þa ic of fæðmum cwom Born black, streaked white, I rise brimes ond beames on blacum hrægle; From the womb of waves on the wind's back, sume wæron hwite hyrste mine, Sailing over seals' bath. Who am I? þa mec lifgende lyft upp ahof, wind of wæge, siþþan wide bær 10 ofer seolhbaþo. Saga hwæt ic hatte.
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