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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345984" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Beowulf (Episode 31)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;So held this king to the customs old,<br>that I wanted for nought in the wage I gained,<br>the meed of my might; he made me gifts,<br>Healfdene's heir, for my own disposal.<br>Now to thee, my prince, I proffer them all,<br>gladly give them. Thy grace alone<br>can find me favor. Few indeed<br>have I of kinsmen, save, Hygelac, thee!&quot;<br>Then he bade them bear him the boar-head standard,<br>the battle-helm high, and breastplate gray,<br>the splendid sword; then spake in form: --<br>&quot;Me this war-gear the wise old prince,<br>Hrothgar, gave, and his hest he added,<br>that its story be straightway said to thee. --<br>A while it was held by Heorogar king,<br>for long time lord of the land of Scyldings;<br>yet not to his son the sovran left it,<br>to daring Heoroweard, -- dear as he was to him,<br>his harness of battle. -- Well hold thou it all!&quot;<br>And I heard that soon passed o'er the path of this treasure,<br>all apple-fallow, four good steeds,<br>each like the others, arms and horses<br>he gave to the king. So should kinsmen be,<br>not weave one another the net of wiles,<br>or with deep-hid treachery death contrive<br>for neighbor and comrade. His nephew was ever<br>by hardy Hygelac held full dear,<br>and each kept watch o'er the other's weal.<br>I heard, too, the necklace to Hygd he presented,<br>wonder-wrought treasure, which Wealhtheow gave him<br>sovran's daughter: three steeds he added,<br>slender and saddle-gay. Since such gift<br>the gem gleamed bright on the breast of the queen.<br>Thus showed his strain the son of Ecgtheow<br>as a man remarked for mighty deeds<br>and acts of honor. At ale he slew not<br>comrade or kin; nor cruel his mood,<br>though of sons of earth his strength was greatest,<br>a glorious gift that God had sent<br>the splendid leader. Long was he spurned,<br>and worthless by Geatish warriors held;<br>him at mead the master-of-clans<br>failed full oft to favor at all.<br>Slack and shiftless the strong men deemed him,<br>profitless prince; but payment came,<br>to the warrior honored, for all his woes. --<br>Then the bulwark-of-earls bade bring within,<br>hardy chieftain, Hrethel's heirloom<br>garnished with gold: no Geat e'er knew<br>in shape of a sword a statelier prize.<br>The brand he laid in Beowulf's lap;<br>and of hides assigned him seven thousand, <br>with house and high-seat. They held in common<br>land alike by their line of birth,<br>inheritance, home: but higher the king<br>because of his rule o'er the realm itself. <br>Now further it fell with the flight of years,<br>with harryings horrid, that Hygelac perished, <br>and Heardred, too, by hewing of swords<br>under the shield-wall slaughtered lay,<br>when him at the van of his victor-folk<br>sought hardy heroes, Heatho-Scilfings,<br>in arms o'erwhelming Hereric's nephew.<br>Then Beowulf came as king this broad<br>realm to wield; and he ruled it well<br>fifty winters, a wise old prince,<br>warding his land, until One began<br>in the dark of night, a Dragon, to rage.<br>In the grave on the hill a hoard it guarded,<br>in the stone-barrow steep. A strait path reached it,<br>unknown to mortals. Some man, however,<br>came by chance that cave within<br>to the heathen hoard. In hand he took<br>a golden goblet, nor gave he it back,<br>stole with it away, while the watcher slept,<br>by thievish wiles: for the warden's wrath<br>prince and people must pay betimes!</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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the meed of my might; he made me gifts,
Healfdene's heir, for my own disposal.
Now to thee, my prince, I proffer them all,
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