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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345965" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Beowulf (Episode 09)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">ME thus often the evil monsters <br>thronging threatened. With thrust of my sword, <br>the darling, I dealt them due return! <br>Nowise had they bliss from their booty then <br>to devour their victim, vengeful creatures, <br>seated to banquet at bottom of sea; <br>but at break of day, by my brand sore hurt, <br>on the edge of ocean up they lay, <br>put to sleep by the sword. And since, by them <br>on the fathomless sea-ways sailor-folk <br>are never molested. -- Light from east, <br>came bright God's beacon; the billows sank, <br>so that I saw the sea-cliffs high, <br>windy walls. For Wyrd oft saveth <br>earl undoomed if he doughty be! <br>And so it came that I killed with my sword <br>nine of the nicors. Of night-fought battles <br>ne'er heard I a harder 'neath heaven's dome, <br>nor adrift on the deep a more desolate man! <br>Yet I came unharmed from that hostile clutch, <br>though spent with swimming. The sea upbore me, <br>flood of the tide, on Finnish land, <br>the welling waters. No wise of thee <br>have I heard men tell such terror of falchions, <br>bitter battle. Breca ne'er yet, <br>not one of you pair, in the play of war <br>such daring deed has done at all <br>with bloody brand, -- I boast not of it! -- <br>though thou wast the bane of thy brethren dear, <br>thy closest kin, whence curse of hell <br>awaits thee, well as thy wit may serve! <br>For I say in sooth, thou son of Ecglaf, <br>never had Grendel these grim deeds wrought, <br>monster dire, on thy master dear, <br>in Heorot such havoc, if heart of thine <br>were as battle-bold as thy boast is loud! <br>But he has found no feud will happen; <br>from sword-clash dread of your Danish clan <br>he vaunts him safe, from the Victor-Scyldings. <br>He forces pledges, favors none <br>of the land of Danes, but lustily murders, <br>fights and feasts, nor feud he dreads <br>from Spear-Dane men. But speedily now <br>shall I prove him the prowess and pride of the Geats, <br>shall bid him battle. Blithe to mead <br>go he that listeth, when light of dawn <br>this morrow morning o'er men of earth, <br>ether-robed sun from the south shall beam!&quot; <br>Joyous then was the Jewel-giver, <br>hoar-haired, war-brave; help awaited <br>the Bright-Danes' prince, from Beowulf hearing, <br>folk's good shepherd, such firm resolve. <br>Then was laughter of liegemen loud resounding <br>with winsome words. Came Wealhtheow forth, <br>queen of Hrothgar, heedful of courtesy, <br>gold-decked, greeting the guests in hall; <br>and the high-born lady handed the cup <br>first to the East-Danes' heir and warden, <br>bade him be blithe at the beer-carouse, <br>the land's beloved one. Lustily took he <br>banquet and beaker, battle-famed king. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through the hall then went the Helmings' Lady, <br>to younger and older everywhere <br>carried the cup, till come the moment <br>when the ring-graced queen, the royal-hearted, <br>to Beowulf bore the beaker of mead. <br>She greeted the Geats' lord, God she thanked, <br>in wisdom's words, that her will was granted, <br>that at last on a hero her hope could lean <br>for comfort in terrors. The cup he took, <br>hardy-in-war, from Wealhtheow's hand, <br>and answer uttered the eager-for-combat. <br>Beowulf spake, bairn of Ecgtheow: -- <br>&quot;This was my thought, when my thanes and I <br>bent to the ocean and entered our boat, <br>that I would work the will of your people <br>fully, or fighting fall in death, <br>in fiend's gripe fast. I am firm to do <br>an earl's brave deed, or end the days <br>of this life of mine in the mead-hall here.&quot; <br>Well these words to the woman seemed, <br>Beowulf's battle-boast. -- Bright with gold <br>the stately dame by her spouse sat down. <br>Again, as erst, began in hall <br>warriors' wassail and words of power, <br>the proud-band's revel, till presently <br>the son of Healfdene hastened to seek <br>rest for the night; he knew there waited <br>fight for the fiend in that festal hall, <br>when the sheen of the sun they saw no more, <br>and dusk of night sank darkling nigh, <br>and shadowy shapes came striding on, <br>wan under welkin. The warriors rose. <br>Man to man, he made harangue, <br>Hrothgar to Beowulf, bade him hail, <br>let him wield the wine hall: a word he added: -- <br>&quot;Never to any man erst I trusted, <br>since I could heave up hand and shield, <br>this noble Dane-Hall, till now to thee. <br>Have now and hold this house unpeered; <br>remember thy glory; thy might declare; <br>watch for the foe! No wish shall fail thee <br>if thou bidest the battle with bold-won life.&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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thronging threatened. With thrust of my sword, 
the darling, I dealt them due return! 
Nowise had they bliss from their booty then 
to devour their victim, vengeful creatures, 
seated to banquet at bottom of sea; 
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