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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345972" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Beowulf (Episode 16)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">AND the lord of earls, to each that came <br>with Beowulf over the briny ways, <br>an heirloom there at the ale-bench gave, <br>precious gift; and the price bade pay <br>in gold for him whom Grendel erst <br>murdered, -- and fain of them more had killed, <br>had not wisest God their Wyrd averted, <br>and the man's brave mood. The Maker then <br>ruled human kind, as here and now. <br>Therefore is insight always best, <br>and forethought of mind. How much awaits him <br>of lief and of loath, who long time here, <br>through days of warfare this world endures! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then song and music mingled sounds <br>in the presence of Healfdene's head-of-armies <br>and harping was heard with the hero-lay <br>as Hrothgar's singer the hall-joy woke <br>along the mead-seats, making his song <br>of that sudden raid on the sons of Finn. <br>Healfdene's hero, Hnaef the Scylding, <br>was fated to fall in the Frisian slaughter. <br>Hildeburh needed not hold in value <br>her enemies' honor! Innocent both <br>were the loved ones she lost at the linden-play, <br>bairn and brother, they bowed to fate, <br>stricken by spears; 'twas a sorrowful woman! <br>None doubted why the daughter of Hoc <br>bewailed her doom when dawning came, <br>and under the sky she saw them lying, <br>kinsmen murdered, where most she had kenned <br>of the sweets of the world! By war were swept, too, <br>Finn's own liegemen, and few were left; <br>in the parleying-place he could ply no longer <br>weapon, nor war could he wage on Hengest, <br>and rescue his remnant by right of arms <br>from the prince's thane. A pact he offered: <br>another dwelling the Danes should have, <br>hall and high-seat, and half the power <br>should fall to them in Frisian land; <br>and at the fee-gifts, Folcwald's son <br>day by day the Danes should honor, <br>the folk of Hengest favor with rings, <br>even as truly, with treasure and jewels, <br>with fretted gold, as his Frisian kin <br>he meant to honor in ale-hall there. <br>Pact of peace they plighted further <br>on both sides firmly. Finn to Hengest <br>with oath, upon honor, openly promised <br>that woful remnant, with wise-men's aid, <br>nobly to govern, so none of the guests <br>by word or work should warp the treaty, <br>or with malice of mind bemoan themselves <br>as forced to follow their fee-giver's slayer, <br>lordless men, as their lot ordained. <br>Should Frisian, moreover, with foeman's taunt, <br>that murderous hatred to mind recall, <br>then edge of the sword must seal his doom. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oaths were given, and ancient gold <br>heaped from hoard. -- The hardy Scylding, <br>battle-thane best, on his balefire lay. <br>All on the pyre were plain to see <br>the gory sark, the gilded swine-crest, <br>boar of hard iron, and athelings many <br>slain by the sword: at the slaughter they fell. <br>It was Hildeburh's hest, at Hnaef's own pyre <br>the bairn of her body on brands to lay, <br>his bones to burn, on the balefire placed, <br>at his uncle's side. In sorrowful dirges <br>bewept them the woman: great wailing ascended. <br>Then wound up to welkin the wildest of death-fires, <br>roared o'er the hillock: heads all were melted, <br>gashes burst, and blood gushed out <br>from bites of the body. Balefire devoured, <br>greediest spirit, those spared not by war <br>out of either folk: their flower was gone.</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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an heirloom there at the ale-bench gave, 
precious gift; and the price bade pay 
in gold for him whom Grendel erst 
murdered, -- and fain of them more had killed, 
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