Beowulf (episode 08) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFAGHIJKLMNNOHHP HQHRHSTUVW HHXYHHHHHYZHHHA2B2HT C2D2HE2F2BG2AABHH2 Z

UNFERTH spake the son of EcglafA
who sat at the feet of the Scyldings' lordB
unbound the battle runes Beowulf's questC
sturdy seafarer's sorely galled himD
ever he envied that other menE
should more achieve in middle earthF
of fame under heaven than he himselfA
Art thou that Beowulf Breca's rivalG
who emulous swam on the open seaH
when for pride the pair of you proved the floodsI
and wantonly dared in waters deepJ
to risk your lives No living manK
or lief or loath from your labor direL
could you dissuade from swimming the mainM
Ocean tides with your arms ye coveredN
with strenuous hands the sea streets measuredN
swam o'er the waters Winter's stormO
rolled the rough waves In realm of seaH
a sennight strove ye In swimming he topped theeH
had more of main Him at morning tideP
billows bore to the Battling ReamasH
whence he hied to his home so dearQ
beloved of his liegemen to land of BrondingsH
fastness fair where his folk he ruledR
town and treasure In triumph o'er theeH
Beanstan's bairn his boast achievedS
So ween I for thee a worse adventureT
though in buffet of battle thou brave hast beenU
in struggle grim if Grendel's approachV
thou darst await through the watch of nightW
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Beowulf spake bairn of EcgtheowH
What a deal hast uttered dear my UnferthH
drunken with beer of Breca nowX
told of his triumph Truth I claim itY
that I had more of might in the seaH
than any man else more ocean enduranceH
We twain had talked in time of youthH
and made our boast we were merely boysH
striplings still to stake our livesH
far at sea and so we performed itY
Naked swords as we swam alongZ
we held in hand with hope to guard usH
against the whales Not a whit from meH
could he float afar o'er the flood of wavesH
haste o'er the billows nor him I abandonedA2
Together we twain on the tides abodeB2
five nights full till the flood divided usH
churning waves and chillest weatherT
darkling night and the northern windC2
ruthless rushed on us rough was the surgeD2
Now the wrath of the sea fish rose apaceH
yet me 'gainst the monsters my mailed coatE2
hard and hand linked help affordedF2
battle sark braided my breast to wardB
garnished with gold There grasped me firmG2
and haled me to bottom the hated foeA
with grimmest gripe 'Twas granted me thoughA
to pierce the monster with point of swordB
with blade of battle huge beast of the seaH
was whelmed by the hurly through hand of mineH2
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Began the fight BrecaZ

Anonymous Olde English



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