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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345974" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Beowulf (Episode 18)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A CUP she gave him, with kindly greeting <br>and winsome words. Of wounden gold, <br>she offered, to honor him, arm-jewels twain, <br>corselet and rings, and of collars the noblest <br>that ever I knew the earth around. <br>Ne'er heard I so mighty, 'neath heaven's dome, <br>a hoard-gem of heroes, since Hama bore <br>to his bright-built burg the Brisings' necklace, <br>jewel and gem casket. -- Jealousy fled he, <br>Eormenric's hate: chose help eternal. <br>Hygelac Geat, grandson of Swerting, <br>on the last of his raids this ring bore with him, <br>under his banner the booty defending, <br>the war-spoil warding; but Wyrd o'erwhelmed him <br>what time, in his daring, dangers he sought, <br>feud with Frisians. Fairest of gems <br>he bore with him over the beaker-of-waves, <br>sovran strong: under shield he died. <br>Fell the corpse of the king into keeping of Franks, <br>gear of the breast, and that gorgeous ring; <br>weaker warriors won the spoil, <br>after gripe of battle, from Geatland's lord, <br>and held the death-field. <br>Din rose in hall. <br>Wealhtheow spake amid warriors, and said: -- <br>&quot;This jewel enjoy in thy jocund youth, <br>Beowulf lov'd, these battle-weeds wear, <br>a royal treasure, and richly thrive! <br>Preserve thy strength, and these striplings here <br>counsel in kindness: requital be mine. <br>Hast done such deeds, that for days to come <br>thou art famed among folk both far and near, <br>so wide as washeth the wave of Ocean <br>his windy walls. Through the ways of life <br>prosper, O prince! I pray for thee <br>rich possessions. To son of mine <br>be helpful in deed and uphold his joys! <br>Here every earl to the other is true, <br>mild of mood, to the master loyal! <br>Thanes are friendly, the throng obedient, <br>liegemen are revelling: list and obey!&quot; <br>Went then to her place. -- That was proudest of feasts; <br>flowed wine for the warriors. Wyrd they knew not, <br>destiny dire, and the doom to be seen <br>by many an earl when eve should come, <br>and Hrothgar homeward hasten away, <br>royal, to rest. The room was guarded <br>by an army of earls, as erst was done. <br>They bared the bench-boards; abroad they spread <br>beds and bolsters. -- One beer-carouser <br>in danger of doom lay down in the hall. -- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At their heads they set their shields of war, <br>bucklers bright; on the bench were there <br>over each atheling, easy to see, <br>the high battle-helmet, the haughty spear, <br>the corselet of rings. 'Twas their custom so <br>ever to be for battle prepared, <br>at home, or harrying, which it were, <br>even as oft as evil threatened <br>their sovran king. -- They were clansmen good.</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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and winsome words. Of wounden gold, 
she offered, to honor him, arm-jewels twain, 
corselet and rings, and of collars the noblest 
that ever I knew the earth around. 
Ne'er heard I so mighty, 'neath heaven..."></div>
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