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Riddle 41
Translated by Benjamin Thorpe (1842) · From Exeter Book Riddles (selection)
that is the mother
of many races,
of the most excellent,
of the swartest,
of the dearest,
which the children of men,
over earth's region,
to their delight possess.
We may not here on earth
at all live.
unless we enjoy
what those children do.
That is to be thought on
by every one of people,
sagacious men,
what the creature is.
Codex Note
Thorpe's Riddle XLII (first series, pp. 380–441, in his Codex Exoniensis, 1842); ASPR Riddle 41.
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Anonymous (Old English). “Riddle 41.” Translated by Benjamin Thorpe. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-old-english/272/.
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Anonymous (Old English). “Riddle 41.” Translated by Benjamin Thorpe. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-old-english/272/.
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