ūhtna
dawn
āna
alone
ġehwylċe
each
ċeare
sorrow
cwīþan
lament
nū
now
cwicra
of the living
nān
no one
þe
to whom
durre
would dare
mōdsefan
mind
sweotule
openly
āsecgan
to speak
wāt
know
sōþe
in truth
biþ
it is
eorle
man
indryhten
noble
þēaw
custom
ferðlocan
life-enclosure
healde
protect
hordcofan
hoard-chamber
hycge
think
ne
nor