"J.R.R. Tolkien - Sir Gawain And The Green Knight" - читать интересную книгу автора (Tolkien J.R.R)

With polayne3 piched therto, policed ful clene,
Aboute his kne3 knaged wyth knotez of golde;

Queme quyssewes then, that coyntlych closed
His thik thrawen thy3e3, with thwonges to tachched;
And sythen the brawden bryne of bry3t stel rynge3
Vmbeweued that wy3 vpon wlonk stuffe,
And wel bornyst brace vpon his bothe armes,
With gode cowters and gay, and gloue3 of plate,
And alle the godlych gere that hym gayn schulde
that tyde;
Wyth ryche cote-armure,
His gold spore3 spend with pryde,
Gurde wyth a bront ful sure
With silk sayn vmbe his syde.
When he wat3 hasped in armes, his harnays watz ryche:
The lest lachet ouer loupe lemed of golde.
So harnayst as he wat3 he herknez his masse,
Offred and honoured at the he3e auter.
Sythen he come3 to the kyng and to his cort-ferez,
Lache3 lufly his leue at lordez and ladyez;
And thay hym kyst and conueyed, bikende hym to Kryst.
Bi that wat3 Gryngolet grayth, and gurde with a sadel
That glemed ful gayly with mony golde frenges,
Ayquere naylet ful nwe, for that note ryched;
The brydel barred aboute, with bry3t golde bounden;
The apparayl of the payttrure and of the proude skyrte3,
The cropore and the couertor, acorded wyth the arsoune3;
And al wat3 rayled on red ryche golde naylez,
That al glytered and glent as glem of the sunne.
Thenne hentes he the helme, and hastily hit kysses,
That wat3 stapled stifly, and stoffed wythinne.
Hit wat3 hy3e on his hede, hasped bihynde,
Wyth a ly3tly vrysoun ouer the auentayle,
Enbrawden and bounden wyth the best gemme3
On brode sylkyn borde, and brydde3 on semez,
As papiaye3 paynted peruyng bitwene,
Tortors and trulofe3 entayled so thyk
As mony burde theraboute had ben seuen wynter
in toune.

The cercle wat3 more o prys
That vmbeclypped hys croun,
Of diamaunte3 a deuys
That bothe were bry3t and broun.
THEN thay schewed hym the schelde, that was of schyr goule3
Wyth the pentangel depaynt of pure golde hwe3.
He brayde3 hit by the bauderyk, aboute the hals kestes,
That bisemed the segge semlyly fayre.
And quy the pentangel apende3 to that prynce noble