Þe Grinch
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Ich mote contreue to kepe Krystmasse abak!
And he foryelded þe japes! And þe mete for þe feste!
by my feiþ
And he, his own self
As þe Wightes seiþ
Þe GRINCH, hymself
Carft þe arost wayþ.
by my feiþ
And he, his own self
As þe Wightes seiþ
Þe GRINCH, hymself
Carft þe arost wayþ.
December 25, 2024 at 4:07 PM
And he foryelded þe japes! And þe mete for þe feste!
by my feiþ
And he, his own self
As þe Wightes seiþ
Þe GRINCH, hymself
Carft þe arost wayþ.
by my feiþ
And he, his own self
As þe Wightes seiþ
Þe GRINCH, hymself
Carft þe arost wayþ.
And wat falged forþ...? Well ... in Wight-toun thei seien
Þe Grinches litel herte grawe thre lengþes þat day!
And as sone þat his herte semed nat ful so streit,
He trined a gret trot wiþ his charg to þe toun
Þrough þe brihte mornyng breme blwe
Þe Grinches litel herte grawe thre lengþes þat day!
And as sone þat his herte semed nat ful so streit,
He trined a gret trot wiþ his charg to þe toun
Þrough þe brihte mornyng breme blwe
December 25, 2024 at 4:06 PM
And wat falged forþ...? Well ... in Wight-toun thei seien
Þe Grinches litel herte grawe thre lengþes þat day!
And as sone þat his herte semed nat ful so streit,
He trined a gret trot wiþ his charg to þe toun
Þrough þe brihte mornyng breme blwe
Þe Grinches litel herte grawe thre lengþes þat day!
And as sone þat his herte semed nat ful so streit,
He trined a gret trot wiþ his charg to þe toun
Þrough þe brihte mornyng breme blwe
Þen þe Grinch redde hwet he hadne herbyfore!
“Parchaunce Crystmasse,” he þogt, “cometh nat from a curlevacher.
Parchaunce Krystmasse ... peraventour ... menez a litel what more!”
“Parchaunce Crystmasse,” he þogt, “cometh nat from a curlevacher.
Parchaunce Krystmasse ... peraventour ... menez a litel what more!”
December 25, 2024 at 4:05 PM
Þen þe Grinch redde hwet he hadne herbyfore!
“Parchaunce Crystmasse,” he þogt, “cometh nat from a curlevacher.
Parchaunce Krystmasse ... peraventour ... menez a litel what more!”
“Parchaunce Crystmasse,” he þogt, “cometh nat from a curlevacher.
Parchaunce Krystmasse ... peraventour ... menez a litel what more!”
And þe Grinch, grinch-fette as gridelt frost in þe snawe, Stod redlen and redlen: “Hou be þis rygt thus?
It ligt wiþ oute bendes! It ligt wiþ oute belles!
It ligt wiþ oute purces, othir cofferis, othir pakkes!”
And he redled thre hourez, tel his redler was weri.
It ligt wiþ oute bendes! It ligt wiþ oute belles!
It ligt wiþ oute purces, othir cofferis, othir pakkes!”
And he redled thre hourez, tel his redler was weri.
December 25, 2024 at 4:05 PM
And þe Grinch, grinch-fette as gridelt frost in þe snawe, Stod redlen and redlen: “Hou be þis rygt thus?
It ligt wiþ oute bendes! It ligt wiþ oute belles!
It ligt wiþ oute purces, othir cofferis, othir pakkes!”
And he redled thre hourez, tel his redler was weri.
It ligt wiþ oute bendes! It ligt wiþ oute belles!
It ligt wiþ oute purces, othir cofferis, othir pakkes!”
And he redled thre hourez, tel his redler was weri.
He HAD NE let Krystmasse from lygting! IT LIGT!
Sumway othir sumwise, it ligt al swilk wise!
Sumway othir sumwise, it ligt al swilk wise!
December 25, 2024 at 4:05 PM
He HAD NE let Krystmasse from lygting! IT LIGT!
Sumway othir sumwise, it ligt al swilk wise!
Sumway othir sumwise, it ligt al swilk wise!
Uch Wight þat woned in Wight-toun
Uch Wight grene and grei doun in Wight-toun glewed
Withouten any yeves at al!
Uch Wight grene and grei doun in Wight-toun glewed
Withouten any yeves at al!
December 25, 2024 at 4:05 PM
Uch Wight þat woned in Wight-toun
Uch Wight grene and grei doun in Wight-toun glewed
Withouten any yeves at al!
Uch Wight grene and grei doun in Wight-toun glewed
Withouten any yeves at al!
Bote þe soun nas sadde! Wi þe soun sounet gai!
Ne! De-le! Bote it WAS gai! GRETLI!
He glared doun at Wight-toun! Þe Grinch glisht his ygen!
Þen he sheked! What he sawe was a selly in sight!
Ne! De-le! Bote it WAS gai! GRETLI!
He glared doun at Wight-toun! Þe Grinch glisht his ygen!
Þen he sheked! What he sawe was a selly in sight!
December 25, 2024 at 4:04 PM
Bote þe soun nas sadde! Wi þe soun sounet gai!
Ne! De-le! Bote it WAS gai! GRETLI!
He glared doun at Wight-toun! Þe Grinch glisht his ygen!
Þen he sheked! What he sawe was a selly in sight!
Ne! De-le! Bote it WAS gai! GRETLI!
He glared doun at Wight-toun! Þe Grinch glisht his ygen!
Þen he sheked! What he sawe was a selly in sight!
And sothly he herde a soun styringge over
þe snawe.
Het bygonne in lowe.
And þen, o hou!
Ich telle yow trowe
Het bygonne to growe ...
þe snawe.
Het bygonne in lowe.
And þen, o hou!
Ich telle yow trowe
Het bygonne to growe ...
December 25, 2024 at 4:04 PM
And sothly he herde a soun styringge over
þe snawe.
Het bygonne in lowe.
And þen, o hou!
Ich telle yow trowe
Het bygonne to growe ...
þe snawe.
Het bygonne in lowe.
And þen, o hou!
Ich telle yow trowe
Het bygonne to growe ...
“Þat is a glaver,” grenned þe Grinch,
“þat ich MOT NEDEZ neyge!”
So he lettede. And þe Grinch lightli layde
his honde
Clos bi his ere.
For to understonde
And for to here
Al that delful sonde.
“þat ich MOT NEDEZ neyge!”
So he lettede. And þe Grinch lightli layde
his honde
Clos bi his ere.
For to understonde
And for to here
Al that delful sonde.
December 24, 2024 at 1:58 AM
“Þat is a glaver,” grenned þe Grinch,
“þat ich MOT NEDEZ neyge!”
So he lettede. And þe Grinch lightli layde
his honde
Clos bi his ere.
For to understonde
And for to here
Al that delful sonde.
“þat ich MOT NEDEZ neyge!”
So he lettede. And þe Grinch lightli layde
his honde
Clos bi his ere.
For to understonde
And for to here
Al that delful sonde.
“We-fi to þe Wightes!” he grinchfuli wlited.
“Þey leren nu that no Krystmasse negheth!
Þey quikken nunon! Ich knawe WEL wat he shull kydden!
Her tutels shul grennen wyde a tyne oþir tow
Þen Uch Wight þat woned in Wight-toun
Shul al braien for seoruwe BABA!”
“Þey leren nu that no Krystmasse negheth!
Þey quikken nunon! Ich knawe WEL wat he shull kydden!
Her tutels shul grennen wyde a tyne oþir tow
Þen Uch Wight þat woned in Wight-toun
Shul al braien for seoruwe BABA!”
December 24, 2024 at 1:57 AM
“We-fi to þe Wightes!” he grinchfuli wlited.
“Þey leren nu that no Krystmasse negheth!
Þey quikken nunon! Ich knawe WEL wat he shull kydden!
Her tutels shul grennen wyde a tyne oþir tow
Þen Uch Wight þat woned in Wight-toun
Shul al braien for seoruwe BABA!”
“Þey leren nu that no Krystmasse negheth!
Þey quikken nunon! Ich knawe WEL wat he shull kydden!
Her tutels shul grennen wyde a tyne oþir tow
Þen Uch Wight þat woned in Wight-toun
Shul al braien for seoruwe BABA!”
He trusset hit up with their tresours! Þe papire! Þe trifles!
Þe bendes! Purfiles! Cloþes! Yeves! Þe belles! Þe beies!
Cater-hund mylez uppe! Vppe þe cante of Crumpitcrag,
He busked with his lode to þe brant-brinke to dompe hit!
Þe bendes! Purfiles! Cloþes! Yeves! Þe belles! Þe beies!
Cater-hund mylez uppe! Vppe þe cante of Crumpitcrag,
He busked with his lode to þe brant-brinke to dompe hit!
December 24, 2024 at 1:56 AM
He trusset hit up with their tresours! Þe papire! Þe trifles!
Þe bendes! Purfiles! Cloþes! Yeves! Þe belles! Þe beies!
Cater-hund mylez uppe! Vppe þe cante of Crumpitcrag,
He busked with his lode to þe brant-brinke to dompe hit!
Þe bendes! Purfiles! Cloþes! Yeves! Þe belles! Þe beies!
Cater-hund mylez uppe! Vppe þe cante of Crumpitcrag,
He busked with his lode to þe brant-brinke to dompe hit!
ÞEN he soghed one or þe same to þe oþir Wightes stedes
Letinge mie much to mene for þe oþir Wightes misse
Het was a her byfore pryme al þe Wights her yet a-slepe,
Al þe Wights, still a-jouk when he joyned up his jonk-slydde
Letinge mie much to mene for þe oþir Wightes misse
Het was a her byfore pryme al þe Wights her yet a-slepe,
Al þe Wights, still a-jouk when he joyned up his jonk-slydde
December 24, 2024 at 1:55 AM
ÞEN he soghed one or þe same to þe oþir Wightes stedes
Letinge mie much to mene for þe oþir Wightes misse
Het was a her byfore pryme al þe Wights her yet a-slepe,
Al þe Wights, still a-jouk when he joyned up his jonk-slydde
Letinge mie much to mene for þe oþir Wightes misse
Het was a her byfore pryme al þe Wights her yet a-slepe,
Al þe Wights, still a-jouk when he joyned up his jonk-slydde
Ye ar unwerþ, Maister Grinch
Ye ar troþly a devele,
Ye ar tendre as a tesel,
Ye ar so gentyle as an ele, Maister Grinch,
Ye ar a badde bulberie wyþ a greseli blak pele!
Ye ar troþly a devele,
Ye ar tendre as a tesel,
Ye ar so gentyle as an ele, Maister Grinch,
Ye ar a badde bulberie wyþ a greseli blak pele!
December 24, 2024 at 1:51 AM
Ye ar unwerþ, Maister Grinch
Ye ar troþly a devele,
Ye ar tendre as a tesel,
Ye ar so gentyle as an ele, Maister Grinch,
Ye ar a badde bulberie wyþ a greseli blak pele!
Ye ar troþly a devele,
Ye ar tendre as a tesel,
Ye ar so gentyle as an ele, Maister Grinch,
Ye ar a badde bulberie wyþ a greseli blak pele!
Þen he teged up þe tuel hym-selue, þe wold trufler.
ON hir walles he lete nowitht bote hokkes and som webbez
And þe one mote of mete that he lete in the measoun
Was a mie that was yet too mene for a mosse.
ON hir walles he lete nowitht bote hokkes and som webbez
And þe one mote of mete that he lete in the measoun
Was a mie that was yet too mene for a mosse.
December 24, 2024 at 1:47 AM
Þen he teged up þe tuel hym-selue, þe wold trufler.
ON hir walles he lete nowitht bote hokkes and som webbez
And þe one mote of mete that he lete in the measoun
Was a mie that was yet too mene for a mosse.
ON hir walles he lete nowitht bote hokkes and som webbez
And þe one mote of mete that he lete in the measoun
Was a mie that was yet too mene for a mosse.
And his tale cheorred þe chylde. þen he fawned hyr chuldre
And he drewe hyr a drawgt and he dresset hyr to leir.
And hwan Colleite Wight wente to her heuel bedd
wiþ bolle,
He went to þe pipe
Stoffed þe tre up the holle!
Þen þe last þing he ripe
Was þeir wode and col!
And he drewe hyr a drawgt and he dresset hyr to leir.
And hwan Colleite Wight wente to her heuel bedd
wiþ bolle,
He went to þe pipe
Stoffed þe tre up the holle!
Þen þe last þing he ripe
Was þeir wode and col!
December 24, 2024 at 1:45 AM
And his tale cheorred þe chylde. þen he fawned hyr chuldre
And he drewe hyr a drawgt and he dresset hyr to leir.
And hwan Colleite Wight wente to her heuel bedd
wiþ bolle,
He went to þe pipe
Stoffed þe tre up the holle!
Þen þe last þing he ripe
Was þeir wode and col!
And he drewe hyr a drawgt and he dresset hyr to leir.
And hwan Colleite Wight wente to her heuel bedd
wiþ bolle,
He went to þe pipe
Stoffed þe tre up the holle!
Þen þe last þing he ripe
Was þeir wode and col!
“Whi, my fayre littel þing,” þe fals Seint Nicol feined,
“There is a leme on þis lynde þe nil leme on one syde.
So ich draue hit hame to my logge, dereling.
Ich shul bete hit ther, þen shul ich bere hit her abak.”
“There is a leme on þis lynde þe nil leme on one syde.
So ich draue hit hame to my logge, dereling.
Ich shul bete hit ther, þen shul ich bere hit her abak.”
December 24, 2024 at 1:44 AM
“Whi, my fayre littel þing,” þe fals Seint Nicol feined,
“There is a leme on þis lynde þe nil leme on one syde.
So ich draue hit hame to my logge, dereling.
Ich shul bete hit ther, þen shul ich bere hit her abak.”
“There is a leme on þis lynde þe nil leme on one syde.
So ich draue hit hame to my logge, dereling.
Ich shul bete hit ther, þen shul ich bere hit her abak.”
Scho starede and schön seid to þe Grinch “Seint Nicol?
Whi nimestu our Krystmasse wod? Whi?”
Bot that ye knouen wel þat wold Grinch was so crafty and so quoynt
He þoughte up a lighe, and he þoughte it up þro!
Whi nimestu our Krystmasse wod? Whi?”
Bot that ye knouen wel þat wold Grinch was so crafty and so quoynt
He þoughte up a lighe, and he þoughte it up þro!
December 24, 2024 at 1:43 AM
Scho starede and schön seid to þe Grinch “Seint Nicol?
Whi nimestu our Krystmasse wod? Whi?”
Bot that ye knouen wel þat wold Grinch was so crafty and so quoynt
He þoughte up a lighe, and he þoughte it up þro!
Whi nimestu our Krystmasse wod? Whi?”
Bot that ye knouen wel þat wold Grinch was so crafty and so quoynt
He þoughte up a lighe, and he þoughte it up þro!
Littel Colleite Wight, hwo more þan tow was nai iwis.
Þe Grinch had been fonged by þis yonke Wight faunt
Who had risen up fram slep for a scole of cold watter-shenche.
Þe Grinch had been fonged by þis yonke Wight faunt
Who had risen up fram slep for a scole of cold watter-shenche.
December 24, 2024 at 1:41 AM
Littel Colleite Wight, hwo more þan tow was nai iwis.
Þe Grinch had been fonged by þis yonke Wight faunt
Who had risen up fram slep for a scole of cold watter-shenche.
Þe Grinch had been fonged by þis yonke Wight faunt
Who had risen up fram slep for a scole of cold watter-shenche.
Þen he pakked al þe mete up þe pipe wiþ plei.
“and NOU!” Grenned þe Grinch, “ich schul gricche up þe tre!”
And þe Grinch grabbed þe tree, and bigan he to schowve
Whan he cacched a smal cri lyk to a cuccues kek.
He awharf hym swyþe, and he syge a smal wight!
“and NOU!” Grenned þe Grinch, “ich schul gricche up þe tre!”
And þe Grinch grabbed þe tree, and bigan he to schowve
Whan he cacched a smal cri lyk to a cuccues kek.
He awharf hym swyþe, and he syge a smal wight!
December 24, 2024 at 1:41 AM
Þen he pakked al þe mete up þe pipe wiþ plei.
“and NOU!” Grenned þe Grinch, “ich schul gricche up þe tre!”
And þe Grinch grabbed þe tree, and bigan he to schowve
Whan he cacched a smal cri lyk to a cuccues kek.
He awharf hym swyþe, and he syge a smal wight!
“and NOU!” Grenned þe Grinch, “ich schul gricche up þe tre!”
And þe Grinch grabbed þe tree, and bigan he to schowve
Whan he cacched a smal cri lyk to a cuccues kek.
He awharf hym swyþe, and he syge a smal wight!
Þen he slent to þe siller. He steol þe wightes feste!
He hente þe Wight-figie! He hente þe arost waiþ!
He spoyled þat siller as quik as a stroke.
Wy, þat Grinch yet pelft hyr leste panne of Wight-pap!
He hente þe Wight-figie! He hente þe arost waiþ!
He spoyled þat siller as quik as a stroke.
Wy, þat Grinch yet pelft hyr leste panne of Wight-pap!
December 24, 2024 at 1:39 AM
Þen he slent to þe siller. He steol þe wightes feste!
He hente þe Wight-figie! He hente þe arost waiþ!
He spoyled þat siller as quik as a stroke.
Wy, þat Grinch yet pelft hyr leste panne of Wight-pap!
He hente þe Wight-figie! He hente þe arost waiþ!
He spoyled þat siller as quik as a stroke.
Wy, þat Grinch yet pelft hyr leste panne of Wight-pap!
Clappers! And babulles! Clikets! And confis!
Scopprelles! Viritootes! Sistrums! Spylkokkes!
And he stoffed þem in sakkes. Þen þe Grinch, b ful spedi,
Stoffed al þe sakkes, on and on, up þe symne!
Scopprelles! Viritootes! Sistrums! Spylkokkes!
And he stoffed þem in sakkes. Þen þe Grinch, b ful spedi,
Stoffed al þe sakkes, on and on, up þe symne!
December 24, 2024 at 1:38 AM
Clappers! And babulles! Clikets! And confis!
Scopprelles! Viritootes! Sistrums! Spylkokkes!
And he stoffed þem in sakkes. Þen þe Grinch, b ful spedi,
Stoffed al þe sakkes, on and on, up þe symne!
Scopprelles! Viritootes! Sistrums! Spylkokkes!
And he stoffed þem in sakkes. Þen þe Grinch, b ful spedi,
Stoffed al þe sakkes, on and on, up þe symne!
Onliche ones was he sticked faste, for a breþe oþer tow.
Þen he piked his hede out of þe herthestede pipe
Wher þe littel Wight stockes al honged in sute.
Þen he piked his hede out of þe herthestede pipe
Wher þe littel Wight stockes al honged in sute.
December 24, 2024 at 1:37 AM
Onliche ones was he sticked faste, for a breþe oþer tow.
Þen he piked his hede out of þe herthestede pipe
Wher þe littel Wight stockes al honged in sute.
Þen he piked his hede out of þe herthestede pipe
Wher þe littel Wight stockes al honged in sute.
“Þose stockes,” he grenned, “are þe fyrst guere to gon!”
Þen he slitherede and skulked, wiþ a smyle most unsemeli,
And he hente uch yeve aboute þe hele hous!
Þen he slitherede and skulked, wiþ a smyle most unsemeli,
And he hente uch yeve aboute þe hele hous!
December 24, 2024 at 1:36 AM
“Þose stockes,” he grenned, “are þe fyrst guere to gon!”
Þen he slitherede and skulked, wiþ a smyle most unsemeli,
And he hente uch yeve aboute þe hele hous!
Þen he slitherede and skulked, wiþ a smyle most unsemeli,
And he hente uch yeve aboute þe hele hous!
Þen he slid doun þe streit side-wei of brethinge
Right nearewli presed, bote if Nicol coud nyme hit on hande
Þen þe Grinche coud do hit full grayþely
Right nearewli presed, bote if Nicol coud nyme hit on hande
Þen þe Grinche coud do hit full grayþely
December 24, 2024 at 1:35 AM
Þen he slid doun þe streit side-wei of brethinge
Right nearewli presed, bote if Nicol coud nyme hit on hande
Þen þe Grinche coud do hit full grayþely
Right nearewli presed, bote if Nicol coud nyme hit on hande
Þen þe Grinche coud do hit full grayþely
Al þe Wights were al seghen swette dremes withouten sorge
When he passed to þe fyrst prive hous on þe place.
“Þis is stop noumbre one,” þe wold Seint Grinch sissit
And he scaled to þe berge, his fist beren lere bagges
When he passed to þe fyrst prive hous on þe place.
“Þis is stop noumbre one,” þe wold Seint Grinch sissit
And he scaled to þe berge, his fist beren lere bagges
December 24, 2024 at 1:34 AM
Al þe Wights were al seghen swette dremes withouten sorge
When he passed to þe fyrst prive hous on þe place.
“Þis is stop noumbre one,” þe wold Seint Grinch sissit
And he scaled to þe berge, his fist beren lere bagges
When he passed to þe fyrst prive hous on þe place.
“Þis is stop noumbre one,” þe wold Seint Grinch sissit
And he scaled to þe berge, his fist beren lere bagges