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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345980" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Beowulf (Episode 25)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;UNDER harness his heart then is hit indeed<br>by sharpest shafts; and no shelter avails<br>from foul behest of the hellish fiend. <br>Him seems too little what long he possessed.<br>Greedy and grim, no golden rings<br>he gives for his pride; the promised future<br>forgets he and spurns, with all God has sent him,<br>Wonder-Wielder, of wealth and fame.<br>Yet in the end it ever comes<br>that the frame of the body fragile yields,<br>fated falls; and there follows another<br>who joyously the jewels divides,<br>the royal riches, nor recks of his forebear.<br>Ban, then, such baleful thoughts, Beowulf dearest,<br>best of men, and the better part choose,<br>profit eternal; and temper thy pride,<br>warrior famous! The flower of thy might<br>lasts now a while: but erelong it shall be<br>that sickness or sword thy strength shall minish,<br>or fang of fire, or flooding billow,<br>or bite of blade, or brandished spear,<br>or odious age; or the eyes' clear beam<br>wax dull and darken: Death even thee<br>in haste shall o'erwhelm, thou hero of war!<br>So the Ring-Danes these half-years a hundred I ruled,<br>wielded 'neath welkin, and warded them bravely<br>from mighty-ones many o'er middle-earth,<br>from spear and sword, till it seemed for me<br>no foe could be found under fold of the sky.<br>Lo, sudden the shift! To me seated secure<br>came grief for joy when Grendel began<br>to harry my home, the hellish foe;<br>for those ruthless raids, unresting I suffered<br>heart-sorrow heavy. Heaven be thanked,<br>Lord Eternal, for life extended<br>that I on this head all hewn and bloody,<br>after long evil, with eyes may gaze!<br>-- Go to the bench now! Be glad at banquet,<br>warrior worthy! A wealth of treasure<br>at dawn of day, be dealt between us!&quot;<br>Glad was the Geats' lord, going betimes<br>to seek his seat, as the Sage commanded.<br>Afresh, as before, for the famed-in-battle,<br>for the band of the hall, was a banquet dight<br>nobly anew. The Night-Helm darkened<br>dusk o'er the drinkers.<br>The doughty ones rose:<br>for the hoary-headed would hasten to rest,<br>aged Scylding; and eager the Geat,<br>shield-fighter sturdy, for sleeping yearned.<br>Him wander-weary, warrior-guest<br>from far, a hall-thane heralded forth,<br>who by custom courtly cared for all<br>needs of a thane as in those old days<br>warrior-wanderers wont to have.<br>So slumbered the stout-heart. Stately the hall<br>rose gabled and gilt where the guest slept on<br>till a raven black the rapture-of-heaven <br>blithe-heart boded. Bright came flying<br>shine after shadow. The swordsmen hastened,<br>athelings all were eager homeward<br>forth to fare; and far from thence<br>the great-hearted guest would guide his keel.<br>Bade then the hardy-one Hrunting be brought<br>to the son of Ecglaf, the sword bade him take,<br>excellent iron, and uttered his thanks for it,<br>quoth that he counted it keen in battle,<br>&quot;war-friend&quot; winsome: with words he slandered not<br>edge of the blade: 'twas a big-hearted man!<br>Now eager for parting and armed at point<br>warriors waited, while went to his host<br>that Darling of Danes. The doughty atheling<br>to high-seat hastened and Hrothgar greeted.</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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from foul behest of the hellish fiend. 
Him seems too little what long he possessed.
Greedy and grim, no golden rings
he gives for his pride; the promised f..."></div>
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