180 THE RAVEN 



77/are cam fleo a ravon : and adown //zare-bi he a-lizte, 

 Kene and suythe dredful : i-redi he was to fizte ; 

 Zif /^are come ani foul to : that this bodi i-seize, 

 The ravon smot to grounde : ne mosten //zare come 



non neize, 

 Ake evere he drof heom a-wei Mudere zwane heo 



come; 

 Ne mizte tkaxe come none so kene : that a mossel thar- 



of nome. 



A wolf cam also /^uder-ward : is mete for-to fette, 

 And wolde of that bodi nime : the ravon a-zein him 



sette, 

 He flev and smot with bile and fot, that the wolf at^en 



ende 



Blodi was and overcome : azen hamward he gan wende. 

 The rauon wuste this bodi longe; Iwemmed nouzt it 



nas. 



Tho the king it onder-zat ; Mat the. bodi i hoi was, 

 Horn he lit it fette azen : and seide, ' zwat may beo 



ovre red, 



That we ne mouwen him over-come not/ter quik ne 

 ded?'" 



I subjoin a vigorous paraphrase of this part of the 

 poem on St Vincent, which has been kindly made for my 

 benefit and for that of the reader, by my friend, Canon 

 Christopher Wordsworth. 



After " King Dacian's " torturers had done their worst 

 on St Vincent, an angel, with a taper, came and drew his 



