Occupation: Poet Birth: 534 Death: 599
I have been a multitude of shapes, Before I assumed a consistent form..
Reaper of enemies; strong of grip; One kind with his fathers..
From warriors ravens grew red And with their leader a host attacked..
Monks congregate like dogs in a kennel, From contact with their superiors they acquire knowledge, Is one the course of the wind, is one the water of ….
Old is man when he is born and young, young ever after..
I praise the Lord, the Sovereign of the royal realm, Who has extended his sway over the tract of the world..
Let them make their war. Whence come night and day? Whence will the eagle become gray? Whence is it that night is dark? Whence is it that the linnet ….