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 Bisho...