Dikt; Durham (Anglo-Saxon Poem, unknown author)

This city is celebrated  

In the whole empire of the Britons.  

The road to it is steep.  

It is surrounded with rocks,  

And with curious plants.         5 

The Wear flows round it,  

A river of rapid waves;  

And there live in it  

Fishes of various kinds,  

Mingling with the floods.         10 

And there grow  

Great forests;  

There live in the recesses  

Wild animals of many sorts;  

In the deep valleys         15 

Deer innumerable.  

There is in this city  

Also well known to men  

The venerable St. Cudberth;  

And the head of the chaste King         20 

Oswald, the lion of the Angli;  

And Aiden, the Bishop:  

Aedbert and Aedfrid,  

The noble associates.  

There is in it also         25 

Aethelwold, the Bishop;  

And the celebrated writer Bede;  

And the Abbot Boisil,  

By whom the chaste Cudberth  

Was in his youth gratis instructed;         30 

Who also well received the instructions.  

There rest with these saints,  

In the inner part of the Minster,  

Relicks innumerable,  

Which perform many miracles,         35 

As the chronicles tell us,  

And which await with them  

The judgment of the Lord.