Beowulf (episode 21) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJHKLHMNOPHQ HRSQTHSSSDHKUVHWXQXS YHSZSHA2EB2SC2D2E2F2 G2H2H2H2H2I2C2SJ2H2H VH2H2SK2G2SL2SH2H2H2 HH2BVSM2VH2H2H2VH2VB| BEOWULF spake bairn of Ecgtheow | A |
| Sorrow not sage It beseems us better | B |
| friends to avenge than fruitlessly mourn them | C |
| Each of us all must his end abide | D |
| in the ways of the world so win who may | E |
| glory ere death When his days are told | F |
| that is the warrior's worthiest doom | G |
| Rise O realm warder Ride we anon | H |
| and mark the trail of the mother of Grendel | I |
| No harbor shall hide her heed my promise | J |
| enfolding of field or forested mountain | H |
| or floor of the flood let her flee where she will | K |
| But thou this day endure in patience | L |
| as I ween thou wilt thy woes each one | H |
| Leaped up the graybeard God he thanked | M |
| mighty Lord for the man's brave words | N |
| For Hrothgar soon a horse was saddled | O |
| wave maned steed The sovran wise | P |
| stately rode on his shield armed men | H |
| followed in force The footprints led | Q |
| along the woodland widely seen | H |
| a path o'er the plain where she passed and trod | R |
| the murky moor of men at arms | S |
| she bore the bravest and best one dead | Q |
| him who with Hrothgar the homestead ruled | T |
| On then went the atheling born | H |
| o'er stone cliffs steep and strait defiles | S |
| narrow passes and unknown ways | S |
| headlands sheer and the haunts of the Nicors | S |
| Foremost he fared a few at his side | D |
| of the wiser men the ways to scan | H |
| till he found in a flash the forested hill | K |
| hanging over the hoary rock | U |
| a woful wood the waves below | V |
| were dyed in blood The Danish men | H |
| had sorrow of soul and for Scyldings all | W |
| for many a hero 'twas hard to bear | X |
| ill for earls when Aeschere's head | Q |
| they found by the flood on the foreland there | X |
| Waves were welling the warriors saw | S |
| hot with blood but the horn sang oft | Y |
| battle song bold The band sat down | H |
| and watched on the water worm like things | S |
| sea dragons strange that sounded the deep | Z |
| and nicors that lay on the ledge of the ness | S |
| such as oft essay at hour of morn | H |
| on the road of sails their ruthless quest | A2 |
| and sea snakes and monsters These started away | E |
| swollen and savage that song to hear | B2 |
| that war horn's blast The warden of Geats | S |
| with bolt from bow then balked of life | C2 |
| of wave work one monster amid its heart | D2 |
| went the keen war shaft in water it seemed | E2 |
| less doughty in swimming whom death had seized | F2 |
| Swift on the billows with boar spears well | G2 |
| hooked and barbed it was hard beset | H2 |
| done to death and dragged on the headland | H2 |
| wave roamer wondrous Warriors viewed | H2 |
| the grisly guest | H2 |
| Then girt him Beowulf | I2 |
| in martial mail nor mourned for his life | C2 |
| His breastplate broad and bright of hues | S |
| woven by hand should the waters try | J2 |
| well could it ward the warrior's body | H2 |
| that battle should break on his breast in vain | H |
| nor harm his heart by the hand of a foe | V |
| And the helmet white that his head protected | H2 |
| was destined to dare the deeps of the flood | H2 |
| through wave whirl win 'twas wound with chains | S |
| decked with gold as in days of yore | K2 |
| the weapon smith worked it wondrously | G2 |
| with swine forms set it that swords nowise | S |
| brandished in battle could bite that helm | L2 |
| Nor was that the meanest of mighty helps | S |
| which Hrothgar's orator offered at need | H2 |
| Hrunting they named the hilted sword | H2 |
| of old time heirlooms easily first | H2 |
| iron was its edge all etched with poison | H |
| with battle blood hardened nor blenched it at fight | H2 |
| in hero's hand who held it ever | B |
| on paths of peril prepared to go | V |
| to folkstead of foes Not first time this | S |
| it was destined to do a daring task | M2 |
| For he bore not in mind the bairn of Ecglaf | V |
| sturdy and strong that speech he had made | H2 |
| drunk with wine now this weapon he lent | H2 |
| to a stouter swordsman Himself though durst not | H2 |
| under welter of waters wager his life | V |
| as loyal liegeman So lost he his glory | H2 |
| honor of earls With the other not so | V |
| who girded him now for the grim encounter | B |
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