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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345958" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Beowulf (Episode 02)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WENT he forth to find at fall of night <br>that haughty house, and heed wherever <br>the Ring-Danes, outrevelled, to rest had gone. <br>Found within it the atheling band <br>asleep after feasting and fearless of sorrow, <br>of human hardship. Unhallowed wight, <br>grim and greedy, he grasped betimes, <br>wrathful, reckless, from resting-places, <br>thirty of the thanes, and thence he rushed <br>fain of his fell spoil, faring homeward, <br>laden with slaughter, his lair to seek. <br>Then at the dawning, as day was breaking, <br>the might of Grendel to men was known; <br>then after wassail was wail uplifted, <br>loud moan in the morn. The mighty chief, <br>atheling excellent, unblithe sat, <br>labored in woe for the loss of his thanes, <br>when once had been traced the trail of the fiend, <br>spirit accurst: too cruel that sorrow, <br>too long, too loathsome. Not late the respite; <br>with night returning, anew began <br>ruthless murder; he recked no whit, <br>firm in his guilt, of the feud and crime. <br>They were easy to find who elsewhere sought <br>in room remote their rest at night, <br>bed in the bowers, when that bale was shown, <br>was seen in sooth, with surest token, -- <br>the hall-thane's hate. Such held themselves <br>far and fast who the fiend outran! <br>Thus ruled unrighteous and raged his fill <br>one against all; until empty stood <br>that lordly building, and long it bode so. <br>Twelve years' tide the trouble he bore, <br>sovran of Scyldings, sorrows in plenty, <br>boundless cares. There came unhidden <br>tidings true to the tribes of men, <br>in sorrowful songs, how ceaselessly Grendel <br>harassed Hrothgar, what hate he bore him, <br>what murder and massacre, many a year, <br>feud unfading, -- refused consent <br>to deal with any of Daneland's earls, <br>make pact of peace, or compound for gold: <br>still less did the wise men ween to get <br>great fee for the feud from his fiendish hands. <br>But the evil one ambushed old and young <br>death-shadow dark, and dogged them still, <br>lured, or lurked in the livelong night <br>of misty moorlands: men may say not <br>where the haunts of these Hell-Runes be. <br>Such heaping of horrors the hater of men, <br>lonely roamer, wrought unceasing, <br>harassings heavy. O'er Heorot he lorded, <br>gold-bright hall, in gloomy nights; <br>and ne'er could the prince approach his throne, <br>-- 'twas judgment of God, -- or have joy in his hall. <br>Sore was the sorrow to Scyldings'-friend, <br>heart-rending misery. Many nobles <br>sat assembled, and searched out counsel <br>how it were best for bold-hearted men <br>against harassing terror to try their hand. <br>Whiles they vowed in their heathen fanes <br>altar-offerings, asked with words <br>that the slayer-of-souls would succor give them <br>for the pain of their people. Their practice this, <br>their heathen hope; 'twas Hell they thought of <br>in mood of their mind. Almighty they knew not, <br>Doomsman of Deeds and dreadful Lord, <br>nor Heaven's-Helmet heeded they ever, <br>Wielder-of-Wonder. -- Woe for that man <br>who in harm and hatred hales his soul <br>to fiery embraces; -- nor favor nor change <br>awaits he ever. But well for him <br>that after death-day may draw to his Lord, <br>and friendship find in the Father's arms!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Olde+English">Anonymous Olde English</a><div class=q>
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that haughty house, and heed wherever 
the Ring-Danes, outrevelled, to rest had gone. 
Found within it the atheling band 
asleep after feasting and fearless of sorrow, 
of human hardship. Unhallowed wight, 
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