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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345959" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Beowulf (Episode 03)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THUS seethed unceasing the son of Healfdene <br>with the woe of these days; not wisest men <br>assuaged his sorrow; too sore the anguish, <br>loathly and long, that lay on his folk, <br>most baneful of burdens and bales of the night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This heard in his home Hygelac's thane, <br>great among Geats, of Grendel's doings. <br>He was the mightiest man of valor <br>in that same day of this our life, <br>stalwart and stately. A stout wave-walker <br>he bade make ready. Yon battle-king, said he, <br>far o'er the swan-road he fain would seek, <br>the noble monarch who needed men! <br>The prince's journey by prudent folk <br>was little blamed, though they loved him dear; <br>they whetted the hero, and hailed good omens. <br>And now the bold one from bands of Geats <br>comrades chose, the keenest of warriors <br>e'er he could find; with fourteen men <br>the sea-wood he sought, and, sailor proved, <br>led them on to the land's confines. <br>Time had now flown; afloat was the ship, <br>boat under bluff. On board they climbed, <br>warriors ready; waves were churning <br>sea with sand; the sailors bore <br>on the breast of the bark their bright array, <br>their mail and weapons: the men pushed off, <br>on its willing way, the well-braced craft. <br>Then moved o'er the waters by might of the wind <br>that bark like a bird with breast of foam, <br>till in season due, on the second day, <br>the curved prow such course had run <br>that sailors now could see the land, <br>sea-cliffs shining, steep high hills, <br>headlands broad. Their haven was found, <br>their journey ended. Up then quickly <br>the Weders' clansmen climbed ashore, <br>anchored their sea-wood, with armor clashing <br>and gear of battle: God they thanked <br>or passing in peace o'er the paths of the sea. <br>Now saw from the cliff a Scylding clansman, <br>a warden that watched the water-side, <br>how they bore o'er the gangway glittering shields, <br>war-gear in readiness; wonder seized him <br>to know what manner of men they were. <br>Straight to the strand his steed he rode, <br>Hrothgar's henchman; with hand of might <br>he shook his spear, and spake in parley. <br>&quot;Who are ye, then, ye armed men, <br>mailed folk, that yon mighty vessel <br>have urged thus over the ocean ways, <br>here o'er the waters? A warden I, <br>sentinel set o'er the sea-march here, <br>lest any foe to the folk of Danes <br>with harrying fleet should harm the land. <br>No aliens ever at ease thus bore them, <br>linden-wielders: yet word-of-leave <br>clearly ye lack from clansmen here, <br>my folk's agreement. -- A greater ne'er saw I <br>of warriors in world than is one of you, -- <br>yon hero in harness! No henchman he <br>worthied by weapons, if witness his features, <br>his peerless presence! I pray you, though, tell <br>your folk and home, lest hence ye fare <br>suspect to wander your way as spies <br>in Danish land. Now, dwellers afar, <br>ocean-travellers, take from me <br>simple advice: the sooner the better <br>I hear of the country whence ye came.&quot;</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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with the woe of these days; not wisest men 
assuaged his sorrow; too sore the anguish, 
loathly and long, that lay on his folk, 
most baneful of burdens and bales of the night. 

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