Beowulf (episode 21) Poem Rhyme Scheme

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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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