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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345973" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Beowulf (Episode 17)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THEN hastened those heroes their home to see, <br>friendless, to find the Frisian land, <br>houses and high burg. Hengest still <br>through the death-dyed winter dwelt with Finn, <br>holding pact, yet of home he minded, <br>though powerless his ring-decked prow to drive <br>over the waters, now waves rolled fierce <br>lashed by the winds, or winter locked them <br>in icy fetters. Then fared another <br>year to men's dwellings, as yet they do, <br>the sunbright skies, that their season ever <br>duly await. Far off winter was driven; <br>fair lay earth's breast; and fain was the rover, <br>the guest, to depart, though more gladly he pondered <br>on wreaking his vengeance than roaming the deep, <br>and how to hasten the hot encounter <br>where sons of the Frisians were sure to be. <br>So he escaped not the common doom, <br>when Hun with &quot;Lafing,&quot; the light-of-battle, <br>best of blades, his bosom pierced: <br>its edge was famed with the Frisian earls. <br>On fierce-heart Finn there fell likewise, <br>on himself at home, the horrid sword-death; <br>for Guthlaf and Oslaf of grim attack <br>had sorrowing told, from sea-ways landed, <br>mourning their woes. Finn's wavering spirit <br>bode not in breast. The burg was reddened <br>with blood of foemen, and Finn was slain, <br>king amid clansmen; the queen was taken. <br>To their ship the Scylding warriors bore <br>all the chattels the chieftain owned, <br>whatever they found in Finn's domain <br>of gems and jewels. The gentle wife <br>o'er paths of the deep to the Danes they bore, <br>led to her land. <br>The lay was finished, <br>the gleeman's song. Then glad rose the revel; <br>bench-joy brightened. Bearers draw <br>from their &quot;wonder-vats&quot; wine. Comes Wealhtheow forth, <br>under gold-crown goes where the good pair sit, <br>uncle and nephew, true each to the other one, <br>kindred in amity. Unferth the spokesman <br>at the Scylding lord's feet sat: men had faith in his spirit, <br>his keenness of courage, though kinsmen had found him <br>unsure at the sword-play. The Scylding queen spoke: <br>&quot;Quaff of this cup, my king and lord, <br>breaker of rings, and blithe be thou, <br>gold-friend of men; to the Geats here speak <br>such words of mildness as man should use. <br>Be glad with thy Geats; of those gifts be mindful, <br>or near or far, which now thou hast. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Men say to me, as son thou wishest <br>yon hero to hold. Thy Heorot purged, <br>jewel-hall brightest, enjoy while thou canst, <br>with many a largess; and leave to thy kin <br>folk and realm when forth thou goest <br>to greet thy doom. For gracious I deem <br>my Hrothulf, willing to hold and rule <br>nobly our youths, if thou yield up first, <br>prince of Scyldings, thy part in the world. <br>I ween with good he will well requite <br>offspring of ours, when all he minds <br>that for him we did in his helpless days <br>of gift and grace to gain him honor!&quot; <br>Then she turned to the seat where her sons wereplaced, <br>Hrethric and Hrothmund, with heroes' bairns, <br>young men together: the Geat, too, sat there, <br>Beowulf brave, the brothers between</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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friendless, to find the Frisian land, 
houses and high burg. Hengest still 
through the death-dyed winter dwelt with Finn, 
holding pact, yet of home he minded, 
though powerless his ring-decked prow ..."></div>
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