John Farrell gives a beautiful recitation, in Old English, of the melancholy Anglo-Saxon poem Deor. The recurring sigh at the end of each stanza is this line:
þæs ofereode, þisses swa mæg!That passed over, this so may.
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þæs ofereode, þisses swa mæg!That passed over, this so may.
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We have no songs
from Heorrenda,
But Deor's name's
still sweet to say -
And still it gives us heart
to murmur,
"That sorrow passed;
so this one may."
Deor, master
of survival
And of stubborn
singing, pray
For us in the
Heaven-kingdom:
Your sorrow passed;
so this one may.
Banshee, that's lovely.
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