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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345963" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Beowulf (Episode 07)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">HROTHGAR spake, the Scyldings'-helmet: -- <br>&quot;For fight defensive, Friend my Beowulf, <br>to succor and save, thou hast sought us here. <br>Thy father's combat a feud enkindled <br>when Heatholaf with hand he slew <br>among the Wylfings; his Weder kin <br>for horror of fighting feared to hold him. <br>Fleeing, he sought our South-Dane folk, <br>over surge of ocean the Honor-Scyldings, <br>when first I was ruling the folk of Danes, <br>wielded, youthful, this widespread realm, <br>this hoard-hold of heroes. Heorogar was dead, <br>my elder brother, had breathed his last, <br>Healfdene's bairn: he was better than I! <br>Straightway the feud with fee I settled, <br>to the Wylfings sent, o'er watery ridges, <br>treasures olden: oaths he swore me. <br>Sore is my soul to say to any <br>of the race of man what ruth for me <br>in Heorot Grendel with hate hath wrought, <br>what sudden harryings. Hall-folk fail me, <br>my warriors wane; for Wyrd hath swept them <br>into Grendel's grasp. But God is able <br>this deadly foe from his deeds to turn! <br>Boasted full oft, as my beer they drank, <br>earls o'er the ale-cup, armed men, <br>that they would bide in the beer-hall here, <br>Grendel's attack with terror of blades. <br>Then was this mead-house at morning tide <br>dyed with gore, when the daylight broke, <br>all the boards of the benches blood-besprinkled, <br>gory the hall: I had heroes the less, <br>doughty dear-ones that death had reft. <br>-- But sit to the banquet, unbind thy words, <br>hardy hero, as heart shall prompt thee.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gathered together, the Geatish men <br>in the banquet-hall on bench assigned, <br>sturdy-spirited, sat them down, <br>hardy-hearted. A henchman attended, <br>carried the carven cup in hand, <br>served the clear mead. Oft minstrels sang <br>blithe in Heorot. Heroes revelled, <br>no dearth of warriors, Weder and Dane.</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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&quot;For fight defensive, Friend my Beowulf, 
to succor and save, thou hast sought us here. 
Thy father's combat a feud enkindled 
when Heatholaf with hand he slew 
among the Wylfings; his Weder kin 
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