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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345975" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Beowulf (Episode 19)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THEN sank they to sleep. With sorrow one bought <br>his rest of the evening, -- as ofttime had happened <br>when Grendel guarded that golden hall, <br>evil wrought, till his end drew nigh, <br>slaughter for sins. 'Twas seen and told <br>how an avenger survived the fiend, <br>as was learned afar. The livelong time <br>after that grim fight, Grendel's mother, <br>monster of women, mourned her woe. <br>She was doomed to dwell in the dreary waters, <br>cold sea-courses, since Cain cut down <br>with edge of the sword his only brother, <br>his father's offspring: outlawed he fled, <br>marked with murder, from men's delights <br>warded the wilds. -- There woke from him <br>such fate-sent ghosts as Grendel, who, <br>war-wolf horrid, at Heorot found <br>a warrior watching and waiting the fray, <br>with whom the grisly one grappled amain. <br>But the man remembered his mighty power, <br>the glorious gift that God had sent him, <br>in his Maker's mercy put his trust <br>for comfort and help: so he conquered the foe, <br>felled the fiend, who fled abject, <br>reft of joy, to the realms of death, <br>mankind's foe. And his mother now, <br>gloomy and grim, would go that quest <br>of sorrow, the death of her son to avenge. <br>To Heorot came she, where helmeted Danes <br>slept in the hall. Too soon came back <br>old ills of the earls, when in she burst, <br>the mother of Grendel. Less grim, though, that terror, <br>e'en as terror of woman in war is less, <br>might of maid, than of men in arms <br>when, hammer-forged, the falchion hard, <br>sword gore-stained, through swine of the helm, <br>crested, with keen blade carves amain. <br>Then was in hall the hard-edge drawn, <br>the swords on the settles, and shields a-many <br>firm held in hand: nor helmet minded <br>nor harness of mail, whom that horror seized. <br>Haste was hers; she would hie afar <br>and save her life when the liegemen saw her. <br>Yet a single atheling up she seized <br>fast and firm, as she fled to the moor. <br>He was for Hrothgar of heroes the dearest, <br>of trusty vassals betwixt the seas, <br>whom she killed on his couch, a clansman famous, <br>in battle brave. -- Nor was Beowulf there; <br>another house had been held apart, <br>after giving of gold, for the Geat renowned. -- <br>Uproar filled Heorot; the hand all had viewed, <br>blood-flecked, she bore with her; bale was returned, <br>dole in the dwellings: 'twas dire exchange <br>where Dane and Geat were doomed to give <br>the lives of loved ones. Long-tried king, <br>the hoary hero, at heart was sad <br>when he knew his noble no more lived, <br>and dead indeed was his dearest thane. <br>To his bower was Beowulf brought in haste, <br>dauntless victor. As daylight broke, <br>along with his earls the atheling lord, <br>with his clansmen, came where the king abode <br>waiting to see if the Wielder-of-All <br>would turn this tale of trouble and woe. <br>Strode o'er floor the famed-in-strife, <br>with his hand-companions, -- the hall resounded, -- <br>wishing to greet the wise old king, <br>Ingwines' lord; he asked if the night <br>had passed in peace to the prince's mind.</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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his rest of the evening, -- as ofttime had happened 
when Grendel guarded that golden hall, 
evil wrought, till his end drew nigh, 
slaughter for sins. 'Twas seen and told 
how an avenger survived t..."></div>
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