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# Ancient Ballads and Legends of Hindustan/Sita

IX.
Three happy children in a darkened room! What do they gaze on with wide-open eyes? A dense, dense forest, where no sunbeam pries, And in its centre a cleared spot.—There bloom Gigantic flowers on creepers that embrace Tall trees: there, in a quiet lucid lake The while swans glide; there, "whirring from the brake," The peacock springs; there, herds of wild deer race; There, patches gleam with yellow waving grain; There, blue smoke from strange altars rises light. There, dwells in peace, the poet-anchorite. But who is this fair lady? Not in vain She weeps,—for lo! at every tear she sheds Tears from three pairs of young eyes fall amain, And bowed in sorrow are the three young heads. It is an old, old story, and the lay ​Which has evoked sad Sîta from the past Is by a mother sung.… 'Tis hushed at last And melts the picture from their sight away, Yet shall they dream of it until the day! When shall those children by their mother's side Gather, ah me! as erst at eventide?
Summary of the poem
SÎTA, written by Toru Dutt, is a poem that refers to a woman who was abandoned by her husband in a forest. She was pregnant at the time and raised her two boys on her own. Within this poem, Dutt provides many images from the forest that Sita was abandoned in. Readers soon realize the woman who is singing about Sita is a mother putting her three children to bed. The mother begins crying after telling her children about Sita, which makes her children begin to cry as well. Dutt shows the mother’s connection to Sita’s unhappy life, her connection to her children, and how the story will continue to live on.
The poem has a steady flow to it until the line “Is by a mother sung. . . . ‘Tis hushed at last” (18). The long pause in the middle of the line creates a sense of mistreatment. Readers sense that this story is being sung by a mother who is possibly being treated unfairly or “hushed” by her own husband as well. Readers can relate this line to Sita’s life being hushed by her husband. They can also read this line as the mother dealing with a husband who has silenced her in the past.
# Ancient Ballads and Legends of Hindustan/The Lotus

Love came to Flora asking for a flower That would of flowers be undisputed queen, The lily and the rose, long, long had been Rivals for that high honour. Bards of power Had sung their claims. "The rose can never tower Like the pale lily with her Juno mien"— "But is the lily lovelier?" Thus between Flower-factions rang the strife in Psyche's bower. "Give me a flower delicious as the rose And stately as the lily in her pride"— "But of what colour?"—"Rose-red," Love first chose, Then prayed,—"No, lily-white,—or, both provide;" And Flora gave the lotus, "rose-red" dyed, And "lily-white,"—the queenliest flower that blows.
# Ancient Ballads and Legends of Hindustan/On the Fly Leaf of Erckmann-Chatrian's novel entitled Madame Thérèse

Wavered the foremost soldiers,—then fell back. Fallen was their leader, and loomed right before The sullen Prussian cannon, grim and black, With lighted matches waving. Now, once more, Patriots and veterans!—Ah! 'Tis in vain! Back they recoil, though bravest of the brave; No human troops may stand that murderous rain; But who is this—that rushes to a grave?
It is a woman,—slender, tall, and brown! She snatches up the standard as it falls,— In her hot haste tumbles her dark hair down, And to the drummer-boy aloud she calls To beat the charge; then forwards on the pont They dash together;—who could bear to see A woman and a child, thus Death confront, Nor burn to follow them to victory?
​I read the story and my heart beats fast! Well might all Europe quail before thee, France, Battling against oppression! Years have past, Yet of that time men speak with moistened glance. Va-nu-pieds! When rose high your Marseillaise Man knew his rights to earth's remotest bound, And tyrants trembled. Yours alone the praise! Ah, had a Washington but then been found!
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# Ancient Ballads and Legends of Hindustan/The Tree of Life

Broad daylight, with a sense of weariness! Mine eyes were closed, but I was not asleep, My hand was in my father's, and I felt His presence near me. Thus we often past In silence, hour by hour. What was the need Of interchanging words when every thought That in our hearts arose, was known to each, And every pulse kept time? Suddenly there shone A strange light, and the scene as sudden changed. I was awake:—It was an open plain Illimitable,—stretching, stretching—oh, so far! And o'er it that strange light,—a glorious light Like that the stars shed over fields of snow In a clear, cloudless, frosty winter night, Only intenser in its brilliance calm. And in the midst of that vast plain, I saw, For I was wide awake,—it was no dream, A tree with spreading branches and with leaves Of divers kinds,—dead silver and live gold, ​Shimmering in radiance that no words may tell! Beside the tree an Angel stood; he plucked A few small sprays, and bound them round my head. Oh, the delicious touch of those strange leaves! No longer throbbed my brows, no more I felt The fever in my limbs—"And oh," I cried, "Bind too my father's forehead with these leaves." One leaf the Angel took and therewith touched His forehead, and then gently whispered "Nay!" Never, oh never had I seen a face More beautiful than that Angel's, or more full Of holy pity and of love divine. Wondering I looked awhile,—then, all at once Opened my tear-dimmed eyes—When lo! the light Was gone—the light as of the stars when snow Lies deep upon the ground. No more, no more, Was seen the Angel's face. I only found My father watching patient by my bed, And holding in his own, close-prest, my hand.
# An Etymological Dictionary of the German Language/Sockel

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​ Sockel, m., ‘plinth,’ ModHG. only, formed from Fr. socle (Lat. socculus).
# An Etymological Dictionary of the German Language/Sod

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​ Sod, m., usually Sotbrennen, ‘heartburn,’ from the equiv. MidHG. sôt (d), m. and n., which lit. means ‘bubbling, boiling,’ a derivative of MidHG. sieden. Hence ModHG. Sod, signifying ‘broth, well,’ as well as the local name Soden.
# An Etymological Dictionary of the German Language/Sohle

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​ Sohle (1.), f., ModHG. only, formed like the equiv. E. sole, Swed. sola, from the Lat.-Rom. term solea, ‘flat fish’; comp. Fr. sole, Ital. soglia. Is the term Scholle (Du. schol) derived from the same source?
Sohle (2.), f., ‘sole (of the foot),’ from the equiv. MidHG. sol, sole, OHG. sola, f.; borrowed contemporaneously with Socke prior to the OHG. period from Lat. *sŏla (a variant of sŏlea), which is implied by Ital. suolo, Fr. sole, ‘sole.’ Lat. sŏlea, whence Ital. soglia, Fr. seuil, ‘threshold,’ is probably the source of Goth. sulja, ‘sole.’ The prim. kinship of OHG. sola with Lat. solea (Gr. ὑλιώ) is conceivable if Schwelle is allied.
# An Etymological Dictionary of the German Language/Sold

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​ Sold, m., ‘pay, salary,’ from MidHG. solt (d), m., ‘reward for service done,’ also ‘that which is to be performed, duty, service.’ It first appears in MidHG. about 1200 A.D., and is derived from Fr. solde, ‘soldier's pay,’ which is prop. the coin, Lat. solidus, Ital. soldo (ModFr. sou); yet the double sense in MidHG. can only be explained by the influence of the vb. sollen. —
# An Etymological Dictionary of the German Language/Soldat

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​ Soldat, m., ‘soldier,’ an early ModHG. loan-word, based on Ital. soldato, whence also Fr. soldat (E. soldier comes from OFr. soldoier); in MidHG. the term soldenœre with a Teut. suffix was used, and signified ‘paid warrior, mercenary.’
# An Etymological Dictionary of the German Language/Smaragd

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​ Smaragd, m., ‘emerald,’ from the equiv. MidHG. and OHG. smaragd (smarât), m. ​A learned term formed from Lat. smaragdus.
# An Etymological Dictionary of the German Language/Socke

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​ Socke, f., ‘sock,’ from MidHG. soc (ck), socke, OHG. soccho, m., ‘stocking’; borrowed like Du. zok, E. sock, OIc. sokkr, from the Lat.-Rom. term soccus (Ital. socco, ‘light shoe worn by comedians,’ Fr. soc). It was introduced contemporaneously with the term derived from Lat. sûtor (see Schuster) and with Sohle (2). —
# An Etymological Dictionary of the German Language/Sohn

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​ Sohn, m., ‘son,’ from the equiv. MidHG. and OHG. sun, earlier OHG. sunu, m.; a common Teut., and further a common Aryan word (comp. Tochter, Vater, and Mutter); corresponding to Goth. sunus, AS. sunu, E. son, Du. zoon, OSax. sunu. To these Sans. sûnú; Zend hunu, OSlov. synŭ, and Lith. sûnús, ‘son,’ are primit. allied. The root sū̆ (comp. Sans. sû, ‘to give birth to’; see Sau), contained in this stem sū̆-nú-, also forms the base of Gr. υἱός (dial. υἱύς), ‘son,’ which points to Aryan sū̆-yú- (suiw-). Comp. Schnur.
# An Etymological Dictionary of the German Language/Skrupel

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​ Skrupel, m., ‘scruple,’ early ModHG. only, formed from Lat. scrupulus.
# An Etymological Dictionary of the German Language/Solper

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​ Solper, m., ‘brine, pickle,’ prop. a Lower Rhen. word, whose first component is Du. solt, ‘salt’; probably Du. soltbrijn, ‘brine, ​pickle,’ appears in the compound, which has also been regarded as identical with Salpeter.
# Anglo-Saxon Riddles of the Exeter Book/Annotated/49

49 (k-d 5)
| I am a lonely thing, wounded with iron, smitten by sword, sated with battle-work, weary of blades. Often I see battle, fierce combat. I foresee no comfort, no help will come for me from the heat of battle, until among men I perish utterly; but the hammered swords will beat me and bite me, hard-edged and sharp, the handiwork of smiths, in towns among men. Abide I must always the meeting of foes. Never could I find among the leeches, where people foregather, any who with herbs would heal my wounds; but the sores from the swords are always greater with mortal blows day and night. | 10 | Ic eom anhaga iserne wund bille gebennad beadoweorca sæd ecgum werig oft ic wig seo frecne feohtan frofre ne wene ꝥ mec geoc cyme guðgewinnes ær ic mid ældum eal for wurde ac mec hnossiað homera lafe heardecg heoroscearp ⁊weorc smiþa bitað in burgū ic abidan sceal laþran gemotes næfre læce cynn · onfolc stede findan meahte þara þe mid wyrtum wunde gehælde, ac me ecga dolg eacen weorðað þurh deaðslege dagum ⁊ nihtum ᛋ |
Beneath this the manuscript has the rune for S (scyld or scutum) which gives the answer: Shield.
# Anglo-Saxon Riddles of the Exeter Book/Annotated/43

43 (k-d 26)
| An enemy came and took away my life and my strength also in the word; then wetted me, dipped me in water; then took me thence; placed me in the sun, where I lost all my hair. The knife’s edge cut me— its impurities ground away; fingers folded me. And the bird’s delight with swift drops made frequent traces over the brown surface; swallowed the tree-dye with a measure of liquid; traveling across me, left a dark track. A good man covered me with protecting boards, which stretched skin over me; adorned me with gold. Then the work of smiths decorated me with strands of woven wire. Now may the ornaments and the red dye and the precious possessions everywhere honor the Guardian of peoples. It were otherwise folly. If the sons of men wish to enjoy me, they will be the safer and surer of victory and the stronger of heart and the happier of mind and the wiser of spirit. They will have more friends, dearer and closer, truer and better, nobler and more devoted, who will increase their honor and wealth, with love and favors and kindnesses surround them, and clasp them close with loving embraces. Ask me my name. I am a help to mortals. My name is a glory and salvation to heroes, and myself am holy. | 10 20 | Mec feonda sum feore besnyþede woruldstrenga binō wætte siþþan dyfde on wætre dyde eft þonan sette on sunnan þær ic swiþe beleas herum þam þe ic hæfde heard mec siþþan snað seaxses ecge sindrum begrunden fingras feoldan ⁊ mec fugles wyn geond sped dropum spyrede geneahhe ofer brunne brerd beamtelge swealg streames dæle stop eft on mec siþade sweartlast mec siþþan wrah hæleð hleobordum hyþe beþenede gierede mec mid golde forþon me gliwedon wrætlic weorc smiþa wire bifongen · nu þa gereno ond se reada telg ⁊ þa wuldorgesteald wide mære dryhtfolca helm nales dol wite · gif min bearn wera brucan willað hy beoð þy gesundran ⁊ þy sigefæstran heortum þy hwætran ⁊ þy hygebilþran ferþe þy frodran; habbaþ freonda þy ma swæsra ⁊ gesibbra soþra ⁊ godra tilra ⁊ getreowra þa hyra tyr ⁊ ead estum ycað, ⁊ hy ār stafum lissum bilecgað ⁊ hi lufan fæþmum fæste clyppað · frige hwæt ic hatt niþum to nytte; nama min is mære · hæleþum gifre ⁊ halig sylf |
Book—Bible. First the preparation of the parchment, then the writing and decoration are described; then the manifold values of what is written. “It were otherwise folly,” l. 16 (literally: not at all stupid punishment, penance), has puzzled the scholars. Proposed renderings are “not the pains of hell” and “let no fool find fault.”
# Anglo-Saxon Riddles of the Exeter Book/Annotated/46

46 (k-d 23)
| Uuob is my name read in reverse. I’m a beautiful thing, shaped for fighting. Whenever I am bent and there flies from my bosom the poisonous dart I am all eager to drive afar off the deadly bale. Whenever my master who shaped me that pain loosens my limb I am longer than before, till I spit forth again the death-blended bane, that very fell poison which erst I swallowed. This that I speak of leaves no man easily if that which flies from me should ever touch him, so that perforce he purchases surely with his life that fatal drink, a full atonement. Unstrung I obey no man, but only when skilfully tied. Tell me my name. | 10 | Agof is min noma eft onhwyrfed ic eom wrætlic wiht on gewin sceapen þōn ic onbuge ⁊ me of bosme fareð ætren onga ic beom eallgearo þæt ic me ꝥ feorhbealo feor aswape siþþan me se waldend se me þæt wite gescop leoþo forlæteð ic beo lengre þōn ær oþþæt ic spæte spilde geblonden ealfelo attor þæt ic ær geap · neto gongeð þæs gumena hwylcum ænigum eaþe þæt ic þær ymb sprice gif hine hrineð ꝥ me of hrife fleogeð þæt þone mān drinc mægne geceapaþ full wer fæste feore sine nelle ic unbunden ænigum hyran nymþe searosæled Saga hwæt ic hatte |
This is one of the best, and offers several possibilities for expostulation and reply. In l. 1 the original has Agof, which spelled backwards gives foga; and this foga is an older form of boga, ‘bow,’ as the reader is expected to know. (I have tried to suggest this trick by the form uuob.) In l. 9 the original has ealfelo, a word which occurs only here; it means ‘all-fell’ or ‘altogether deadly.’ L. 14 begins full wer. Full might be the noun meaning ‘cup’ (and is so glossed by Wyatt), that is, cup of poison; but it is here the adjective, ‘full, complete.’ Wer, which the reader would naturally take to mean ‘man,’ is actually short for wergeld, the legal payment for homicide. Thus the first word of the riddle, properly understood, reveals the answer, and the reader can then give his attention to the ambiguous description.
# Anglo-Saxon Riddles of the Exeter Book/Annotated/47

47 (k-d 53)
| I saw a tree with bright branches stand high in a grove. The tree was happy, the growing wood. Water and earth fed it well, till wise with time it met with a change: it was deeply hurt, dumb with bonds, covered with wounds, but adorned in front with dark ornaments. Now it clears the way for a treacherous foe through the might of its head. By storm they plunder the hoard together. Eager was the rear and active in aid if the van met danger. None could venture in difficult places. | 10 | Ic seah on bearwe beam hlifian tanum torhtne þæt treow wæs on wynne wudu weaxende wæter hine ⁊ eorþe feddan fægre oþþæt he frod dagum on oþrum wearð aglachade deope gedolgod dumb In bendum wriþen ofer wunda wonnum hyrstum foran gefrætwed Nu he fæcnum wæg þurh his heafdes mæg hildegieste oþrū rymeð oft hy an yst strudon hord ætgædre; hræd wæs ⁊ unlæt se æftera gif se ærra fǣr · genamnan in nearowe neþan moste. |
The solution is supposed to be a Tree, cut down, and made into a Battering-ram. The last lines are corrupt, the meter defective. Various emendations have been offered.
# Anglo-Saxon Riddles of the Exeter Book/Annotated/48

48 (k-d 73)
| I grew up in a field, lived where the earth and the sky fed me, till old in years they turned me aside, those who hated me, from the way that was mine, that I held while I lived. They altered my fashion, took me from the ground and against my nature made me bow at times to a slayer’s will. Now in my master’s hand . . . . . . . . . . cares for me well carries me in battle with skill by his will. It is widely known that I among the bold with a thief’s craft . . . . . . . . . . sometimes openly against a fastness I break forth where before was peace. Swift in movement he turns in haste away from that place, the warrior who knows what are my ways. Say what my name is. | 10 20 | Ic on wonge aweox, wonode þær mec feddon hruse · ⁊ heofon wlonc oþþæt me onhwyrfdon gearum frodne þa me grome wurdon of þære gecynde þe ic ær cwic beheold onwendan mine wisan wegedon mec of earde gedydon þæt ic sceolde wiþ gesceape minū on bonan willan bugan hwilum · nu eom mines frean folme bysigo[…] […]dlan dæl gif his ellen deag oþþe æfter dome […]ri[…] […]ian mæ[…]þa fremman wyrcan w[…] […]ec on þeode utan we[…] […]ipe ⁊ to wrohtstæp[…] […] eorp eaxle gegyrde wo[…] ⁊ swiora smæl sidan fealwe […] þōn mec heaþosigel scir bescineð ⁊ mec […] fægre feormað ⁊ on fyrd wigeð cræfte on hæfte cuð is wide þæt ic þrista sum þeofes cræfte under hrægn locan · . . . . . hwilum eawunga eþelfæsten forðweard brece þæt ær frið hæfde feringe from he fus þonan wendeð of þam wicum wiga se þe mine wisan cunne saga hwæt ic hatte. |
This is about all that remains of some twenty-nine lines. Supposedly a Lance or Spear, first as it grew in the ground, then as made into a weapon. “With skill by his will” is an attempt to represent cræft on hæfte; hæft means both the ‘haft’ of the spear and also ‘constraint,’ i.e., the spear is forced to fight.
# Anglo-Saxon Riddles of the Exeter Book/Annotated/45

45 (k-d 70)
| It is a splendid thing when one knows not its ways. It sings through its sides. Its neck is curved. and cunningly wrought. It has two shoulders, which are sharp, on its back. It follows its fate, when it stands by the road, so handsomely there, tall and bright-hued; useful to good men. | Wiht is wrætlic þam þe hyra wisan ne conn singeð þurh sidan is se sweora wōh orþoncum geworht hafaþ eaxle tua scearp on gescyldrum his gesceapo . . . . . . þe swa wrætlice be wege stonde heah ⁊ hleortorht hæleþum to nytte |
This is explained as a Shepherd’s Pipe. “It” (l. 5) is the pipe before it is cut. Mrs. von Erhardt-Siebold (see 50 below) places it with the Loom riddles.
# Anglo-Saxon Riddles of the Exeter Book/Annotated/50

50 (k-d 35)
| Me the wet ground, exceeding cold, first brought forth from within itself. Neither am I wrought of woolen fleece nor of hairs, with skill; I know it in my mind. I have no winding wefts nor any warp in me; nor with strong rods does the thread resound for me, nor the whirring shuttle move across me, nor the weaver’s rods anywhere smite me. Worms do not weave me with fatal wiles which fairly adorn the fine yellow web. Yet nevertheless the wide world over one will call me a joyful garment for heroes. Say now truly, you cunning sage, learned in language, what this garment may be. | 10 | Mec se wæta wong wundrum freorig of his innaþe ærist cende ne wat ic mec beworhtne wulle flysum hærum þurh heahcræft hygeþoncum min · wundene me ne beoð wefle ne ic wearp hafu ne þurh þreata geþræcu þræd me ne hlimmeð ne æt me hrutende hrisil scriþeð ne mec ohwonan sceal amas cnyssan wyrmas mec ne ā wæfan · wyrda cræftum þa þe geolo godwebb geatwum frætwað wile mec mon hwæþre seþeah wide ofer eorþan hatan for hæleþū hyhtlic gewæde · saga soðcwidum searoþoncum gleaw wordum wisfæst hwæt þis ge wædu sy |
In short, a Coat of Mail—woven, but not of wool or of silk. Weaving is suggested, yet with a series of exclusions to show that the thing is not what you would at first suppose.
# Anglo-Saxon Riddles of the Exeter Book/Annotated/42

42 (k-d 47)
| A moth ate words. To me it seemed a remarkable fate, when I learned of the marvel, that the worm had swallowed the speech of a man, a thief in the night, a renowned saying and its place itself. Though he swallowed the word the thieving stranger was no whit the wiser. | Moððe word fræt me þæt þuhte wrætlicu wyrd þa ic þæt wundor gefrægn þæt se wyrm forswealg wera gied sumes þeof In þystro þrymfæstne cwide ⁊ þæs strangan staþol stælgiest ne wæs wihte þy gleawra þe he þam wordū swealg · |
Book-moth. Developed from Symphosius 16, Tinea or Bookworm: “A letter was my food, yet I know not what the letter is. In books I lived, yet I am no more studious on that account. I devoured the Muses, yet so far I have made no progress” (Wyatt’s translation).