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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Beowulf (Episode 28-30)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">HASTENED the hardy one, henchmen with him,<br>sandy strand of the sea to tread<br>and widespread ways. The world's great candle,<br>sun shone from south. They strode along<br>with sturdy steps to the spot they knew<br>where the battle-king young, his burg within,<br>slayer of Ongentheow, shared the rings,<br>shelter-of-heroes. To Hygelac<br>Beowulf's coming was quickly told, --<br>that there in the court the clansmen's refuge,<br>the shield-companion sound and alive,<br>hale from the hero-play homeward strode.<br>With haste in the hall, by highest order,<br>room for the rovers was readily made.<br>By his sovran he sat, come safe from battle,<br>kinsman by kinsman. His kindly lord<br>he first had greeted in gracious form,<br>with manly words. The mead dispensing,<br>came through the high hall Haereth's daughter,<br>winsome to warriors, wine-cup bore<br>to the hands of the heroes. Hygelac then<br>his comrade fairly with question plied<br>in the lofty hall, sore longing to know<br>what manner of sojourn the Sea-Geats made.<br>&quot;What came of thy quest, my kinsman Beowulf,<br>when thy yearnings suddenly swept thee yonder<br>battle to seek o'er the briny sea,<br>combat in Heorot? Hrothgar couldst thou<br>aid at all, the honored chief,<br>in his wide-known woes? With waves of care<br>my sad heart seethed; I sore mistrusted<br>my loved one's venture: long I begged thee<br>by no means to seek that slaughtering monster,<br>but suffer the South-Danes to settle their feud<br>themselves with Grendel. Now God be thanked<br>that safe and sound I can see thee now!&quot;<br>Beowulf spake, the bairn of Ecgtheow: --<br>&quot;'Tis known and unhidden, Hygelac Lord,<br>to many men, that meeting of ours,<br>struggle grim between Grendel and me,<br>which we fought on the field where full too many<br>sorrows he wrought for the Scylding-Victors,<br>evils unending. These all I avenged.<br>No boast can be from breed of Grendel,<br>any on earth, for that uproar at dawn,<br>from the longest-lived of the loathsome race<br>in fleshly fold! -- But first I went<br>Hrothgar to greet in the hall of gifts,<br>where Healfdene's kinsman high-renowned,<br>soon as my purpose was plain to him,<br>assigned me a seat by his son and heir.<br>The liegemen were lusty; my life-days never<br>such merry men over mead in hall<br>have I heard under heaven! The high-born queen,<br>people's peace-bringer, passed through the hall,<br>cheered the young clansmen, clasps of gold,<br>ere she sought her seat, to sundry gave.<br>Oft to the heroes Hrothgar's daughter,<br>to earls in turn, the ale-cup tendered, --<br>she whom I heard these hall-companions<br>Freawaru name, when fretted gold<br>she proffered the warriors. Promised is she,<br>gold-decked maid, to the glad son of Froda.<br>Sage this seems to the Scylding's-friend,<br>kingdom's-keeper: he counts it wise<br>the woman to wed so and ward off feud,<br>store of slaughter. But seldom ever<br>when men are slain, does the murder-spear sink<br>but briefest while, though the bride be fair! <br>&quot;Nor haply will like it the Heathobard lord,<br>and as little each of his liegemen all,<br>when a thane of the Danes, in that doughty throng,<br>goes with the lady along their hall,<br>and on him the old-time heirlooms glisten<br>hard and ring-decked, Heathobard's treasure,<br>weapons that once they wielded fair<br>until they lost at the linden-play <br>liegeman leal and their lives as well.<br>Then, over the ale, on this heirloom gazing,<br>some ash-wielder old who has all in mind<br>that spear-death of men, -- he is stern of mood,<br>heavy at heart, -- in the hero young<br>tests the temper and tries the soul<br>and war-hate wakens, with words like these: --<br>Canst thou not, comrade, ken that sword<br>which to the fray thy father carried<br>in his final feud, 'neath the fighting-mask,<br>dearest of blades, when the Danish slew him<br>and wielded the war-place on Withergild's fall,<br>after havoc of heroes, those hardy Scyldings?<br>Now, the son of a certain slaughtering Dane,<br>proud of his treasure, paces this hall,<br>joys in the killing, and carries the jewel <br>that rightfully ought to be owned by thee!_<br>Thus he urges and eggs him all the time<br>with keenest words, till occasion offers<br>that Freawaru's thane, for his father's deed,<br>after bite of brand in his blood must slumber,<br>losing his life; but that liegeman flies<br>living away, for the land he kens.<br>And thus be broken on both their sides<br>oaths of the earls, when Ingeld's breast<br>wells with war-hate, and wife-love now<br>after the care-billows cooler grows.<br>&quot;So I hold not high the Heathobards' faith<br>due to the Danes, or their during love<br>and pact of peace. -- But I pass from that,<br>turning to Grendel, O giver-of-treasure,<br>and saying in full how the fight resulted,<br>hand-fray of heroes. When heaven's jewel<br>had fled o'er far fields, that fierce sprite came,<br>night-foe savage, to seek us out<br>where safe and sound we sentried the hall.<br>To Hondscio then was that harassing deadly,<br>his fall there was fated. He first was slain,<br>girded warrior. Grendel on him<br>turned murderous mouth, on our mighty kinsman,<br>and all of the brave man's body devoured.<br>Yet none the earlier, empty-handed,<br>would the bloody-toothed murderer, mindful of bale,<br>outward go from the gold-decked hall:<br>but me he attacked in his terror of might,<br>with greedy hand grasped me. A glove hung by him <br>wide and wondrous, wound with bands;<br>and in artful wise it all was wrought,<br>by devilish craft, of dragon-skins.<br>Me therein, an innocent man,<br>the fiendish foe was fain to thrust<br>with many another. He might not so,<br>when I all angrily upright stood.<br>'Twere long to relate how that land-destroyer<br>I paid in kind for his cruel deeds;<br>yet there, my prince, this people of thine<br>got fame by my fighting. He fled away,<br>and a little space his life preserved;<br>but there staid behind him his stronger hand<br>left in Heorot; heartsick thence<br>on the floor of the ocean that outcast fell.<br>Me for this struggle the Scyldings'-friend<br>paid in plenty with plates of gold,<br>with many a treasure, when morn had come<br>and we all at the banquet-board sat down.<br>Then was song and glee. The gray-haired Scylding,<br>much tested, told of the times of yore.<br>Whiles the hero his harp bestirred,<br>wood-of-delight; now lays he chanted<br>of sooth and sadness, or said aright<br>legends of wonder, the wide-hearted king;<br>or for years of his youth he would yearn at times,<br>for strength of old struggles, now stricken with age,<br>hoary hero: his heart surged full<br>when, wise with winters, he wailed their flight.<br>Thus in the hall the whole of that day<br>at ease we feasted, till fell o'er earth<br>another night. Anon full ready<br>in greed of vengeance, Grendel's mother<br>set forth all doleful. Dead was her son<br>through war-hate of Weders; now, woman monstrous<br>with fury fell a foeman she slew,<br>avenged her offspring. From Aeschere old,<br>loyal councillor, life was gone;<br>nor might they e'en, when morning broke,<br>those Danish people, their death-done comrade<br>burn with brands, on balefire lay<br>the man they mourned. Under mountain stream<br>she had carried the corpse with cruel hands.<br>For Hrothgar that was the heaviest sorrow<br>of all that had laden the lord of his folk.<br>The leader then, by thy life, besought me<br>(sad was his soul) in the sea-waves' coil<br>to play the hero and hazard my being<br>for glory of prowess: my guerdon he pledged.<br>I then in the waters -- 'tis widely known --<br>that sea-floor-guardian savage found.<br>Hand-to-hand there a while we struggled;<br>billows welled blood; in the briny hall<br>her head I hewed with a hardy blade<br>from Grendel's mother, -- and gained my life,<br>though not without danger. My doom was not yet.<br>Then the haven-of-heroes, Healfdene's son,<br>gave me in guerdon great gifts of price.</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 widespread ways. The world's great candle,
sun shone from south. They strode along
with sturdy steps to the spot they knew
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