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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345978" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Beowulf (Episode 22)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">BEOWULF spake, bairn of Ecgtheow: --<br>&quot;Have mind, thou honored offspring of Healfdene<br>gold-friend of men, now I go on this quest,<br>sovran wise, what once was said:<br>if in thy cause it came that I<br>should lose my life, thou wouldst loyal bide<br>to me, though fallen, in father's place!<br>Be guardian, thou, to this group of my thanes,<br>my warrior-friends, if War should seize me;<br>and the goodly gifts thou gavest me,<br>Hrothgar beloved, to Hygelac send!<br>Geatland's king may ken by the gold,<br>Hrethel's son see, when he stares at the treasure,<br>that I got me a friend for goodness famed,<br>and joyed while I could in my jewel-bestower.<br>And let Unferth wield this wondrous sword,<br>earl far-honored, this heirloom precious,<br>hard of edge: with Hrunting I<br>seek doom of glory, or Death shall take me.&quot; <br>After these words the Weder-Geat lord<br>boldly hastened, biding never<br>answer at all: the ocean floods<br>closed o'er the hero. Long while of the day<br>fled ere he felt the floor of the sea. <br>Soon found the fiend who the flood-domain<br>sword-hungry held these hundred winters,<br>greedy and grim, that some guest from above,<br>some man, was raiding her monster-realm.<br>She grasped out for him with grisly claws,<br>and the warrior seized; yet scathed she not<br>his body hale; the breastplate hindered,<br>as she strove to shatter the sark of war,<br>the linked harness, with loathsome hand.<br>Then bore this brine-wolf, when bottom she touched,<br>the lord of rings to the lair she haunted<br>whiles vainly he strove, though his valor held,<br>weapon to wield against wondrous monsters<br>that sore beset him; sea-beasts many<br>tried with fierce tusks to tear his mail,<br>and swarmed on the stranger. But soon he marked<br>he was now in some hall, he knew not which,<br>where water never could work him harm,<br>nor through the roof could reach him ever<br>fangs of the flood. Firelight he saw,<br>beams of a blaze that brightly shone.<br>Then the warrior was ware of that wolf-of-the-deep,<br>mere-wife monstrous. For mighty stroke<br>he swung his blade, and the blow withheld not.<br>Then sang on her head that seemly blade<br>its war-song wild. But the warrior found<br>the light-of-battle was loath to bite,<br>to harm the heart: its hard edge failed<br>the noble at need, yet had known of old<br>strife hand to hand, and had helmets cloven,<br>doomed men's fighting-gear. First time, this,<br>for the gleaming blade that its glory fell.<br>Firm still stood, nor failed in valor,<br>heedful of high deeds, Hygelac's kinsman;<br>flung away fretted sword, featly jewelled,<br>the angry earl; on earth it lay<br>steel-edged and stiff. His strength he trusted,<br>hand-gripe of might. So man shall do<br>whenever in war he weens to earn him<br>lasting fame, nor fears for his life!<br>Seized then by shoulder, shrank not from combat,<br>the Geatish war-prince Grendel's mother.<br>Flung then the fierce one, filled with wrath,<br>his deadly foe, that she fell to ground.<br>Swift on her part she paid him back<br>with grisly grasp, and grappled with him.<br>Spent with struggle, stumbled the warrior,<br>fiercest of fighting-men, fell adown.<br>On the hall-guest she hurled herself, hent her short sword,<br>broad and brown-edged, the bairn to avenge,<br>the sole-born son. -- On his shoulder lay<br>braided breast-mail, barring death,<br>withstanding entrance of edge or blade.<br>Life would have ended for Ecgtheow's son,<br>under wide earth for that earl of Geats,<br>had his armor of war not aided him,<br>battle-net hard, and holy God<br>wielded the victory, wisest Maker.<br>The Lord of Heaven allowed his cause;<br>and easily rose the earl erect.</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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&quot;Have mind, thou honored offspring of Healfdene
gold-friend of men, now I go on this quest,
sovran wise, what once was said:
if in thy cause it came that I
should lose my life, thou wouldst loyal bide
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