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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345969" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Beowulf (Episode 13)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">MANY at morning, as men have told me, <br>warriors gathered the gift-hall round, <br>folk-leaders faring from far and near, <br>o'er wide-stretched ways, the wonder to view, <br>trace of the traitor. Not troublous seemed <br>the enemy's end to any man <br>who saw by the gait of the graceless foe <br>how the weary-hearted, away from thence, <br>baffled in battle and banned, his steps <br>death-marked dragged to the devils' mere. <br>Bloody the billows were boiling there, <br>turbid the tide of tumbling waves <br>horribly seething, with sword-blood hot, <br>by that doomed one dyed, who in den of the moor <br>laid forlorn his life adown, <br>his heathen soul, and hell received it. <br>Home then rode the hoary clansmen <br>from that merry journey, and many a youth, <br>on horses white, the hardy warriors, <br>back from the mere. Then Beowulf's glory <br>eager they echoed, and all averred <br>that from sea to sea, or south or north, <br>there was no other in earth's domain, <br>under vault of heaven, more valiant found, <br>of warriors none more worthy to rule! <br>(On their lord beloved they laid no slight, <br>gracious Hrothgar: a good king he!) <br>From time to time, the tried-in-battle <br>their gray steeds set to gallop amain, <br>and ran a race when the road seemed fair. <br>From time to time, a thane of the king, <br>who had made many vaunts, and was mindful of verses, <br>stored with sagas and songs of old, <br>bound word to word in well-knit rime, <br>welded his lay; this warrior soon <br>of Beowulf's quest right cleverly sang, <br>and artfully added an excellent tale, <br>in well-ranged words, of the warlike deeds <br>he had heard in saga of Sigemund. <br>Strange the story: he said it all, -- <br>the Waelsing's wanderings wide, his struggles, <br>which never were told to tribes of men, <br>the feuds and the frauds, save to Fitela only, <br>when of these doings he deigned to speak, <br>uncle to nephew; as ever the twain <br>stood side by side in stress of war, <br>and multitude of the monster kind <br>they had felled with their swords. Of Sigemund grew, <br>when he passed from life, no little praise; <br>for the doughty-in-combat a dragon killed <br>that herded the hoard: under hoary rock <br>the atheling dared the deed alone <br>fearful quest, nor was Fitela there. <br>Yet so it befell, his falchion pierced <br>that wondrous worm, -- on the wall it struck, <br>best blade; the dragon died in its blood. <br>Thus had the dread-one by daring achieved <br>over the ring-hoard to rule at will, <br>himself to pleasure; a sea-boat he loaded, <br>and bore on its bosom the beaming gold, <br>son of Waels; the worm was consumed. <br>He had of all heroes the highest renown <br>among races of men, this refuge-of-warriors, <br>for deeds of daring that decked his name <br>since the hand and heart of Heremod <br>grew slack in battle. He, swiftly banished <br>to mingle with monsters at mercy of foes, <br>to death was betrayed; for torrents of sorrow <br>had lamed him too long; a load of care <br>to earls and athelings all he proved. <br>Oft indeed, in earlier days, <br>for the warrior's wayfaring wise men mourned, <br>who had hoped of him help from harm and bale, <br>and had thought their sovran's son would thrive, <br>follow his father, his folk protect, <br>the hoard and the stronghold, heroes' land, <br>home of Scyldings. -- But here, thanes said, <br>the kinsman of Hygelac kinder seemed <br>to all: the other was urged to crime! <br>And afresh to the race, the fallow roads <br>by swift steeds measured! The morning sun <br>was climbing higher. Clansmen hastened <br>to the high-built hall, those hardy-minded, <br>the wonder to witness. Warden of treasure, <br>crowned with glory, the king himself, <br>with stately band from the bride-bower strode; <br>and with him the queen and her crowd of maidens <br>measured the path to the mead-house fair.</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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warriors gathered the gift-hall round, 
folk-leaders faring from far and near, 
o'er wide-stretched ways, the wonder to view, 
trace of the traitor. Not troublous seemed 
the enemy's end to any man 
who saw b..."></div>
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