Beowulf (episode 24) Poem Rhyme Scheme

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BEOWULF spake bairn of Ecgtheow	A
Lo now this sea booty son of Healfdene	B
Lord of Scyldings we've lustily brought thee	A
sign of glory thou seest it here	C
Not lightly did I with my life escape	D
In war under water this work I essayed	E
with endless effort and even so	F
my strength had been lost had the Lord not shielded me	A
Not a whit could I with Hrunting do	E
in work of war though the weapon is good	E
yet a sword the Sovran of Men vouchsafed me	A
to spy on the wall there in splendor hanging	G
old gigantic how oft He guides	H
the friendless wight and I fought with that brand	E
felling in fight since fate was with me	A
the house's wardens That war sword then	B
all burned bright blade when the blood gushed o'er it	E
battle sweat hot but the hilt I brought back	I
from my foes So avenged I their fiendish deeds	J
death fall of Danes as was due and right	E
And this is my hest that in Heorot now	B
safe thou canst sleep with thy soldier band	E
and every thane of all thy folk	K
both old and young no evil fear	L
Scyldings' lord from that side again	B
aught ill for thy earls as erst thou must	E
Then the golden hilt for that gray haired leader	M
hoary hero in hand was laid	E
giant wrought old So owned and enjoyed it	E
after downfall of devils the Danish lord	E
wonder smiths' work since the world was rid	E
of that grim souled fiend the foe of God	E
murder marked and his mother as well	N
Now it passed into power of the people's king	G
best of all that the oceans bound	E
who have scattered their gold o'er Scandia's isle	O
Hrothgar spake the hilt he viewed	E
heirloom old where was etched the rise	P
of that far off fight when the floods o'erwhelmed	E
raging waves the race of giants	Q
fearful their fate a folk estranged	E
from God Eternal whence guerdon due	E
in that waste of waters the Wielder paid them	R
So on the guard of shining gold	E
in runic staves it was rightly said	E
for whom the serpent traced sword was wrought	E
best of blades in bygone days	S
and the hilt well wound The wise one spake	T
son of Healfdene silent were all	U
Lo so may he say who sooth and right	E
follows 'mid folk of far times mindful	V
a land warden old that this earl belongs	W
to the better breed So borne aloft	E
thy fame must fly O friend my Beowulf	X
far and wide o'er folksteads many Firmly thou	B
shalt all maintain	B
mighty strength with mood of wisdom Love of	Y
mine will I assure thee	A
as awhile ago I promised thou shalt prove a stay	E
in future	M
in far off years to folk of thine	B
to the heroes a help Was not Heremod thus	Z
to offspring of Ecgwela Honor Scyldings	Z
nor grew for their grace but for grisly slaughter	M
for doom of death to the Danishmen	B
He slew wrath swollen his shoulder comrades	Z
companions at board So he passed alone	B
chieftain haughty from human cheer	L
Though him the Maker with might endowed	E
delights of power and uplifted high	A2
above all men yet blood fierce his mind	E
his breast hoard grew no bracelets gave he	A
to Danes as was due he endured all joyless	Z
strain of struggle and stress of woe	F
long feud with his folk Here find thy lesson	B
Of virtue advise thee This verse I have said for thee	A
wise from lapsed winters Wondrous seems	Z
how to sons of men Almighty God	E
in the strength of His spirit sendeth wisdom	B2
estate high station He swayeth all things	Z
Whiles He letteth right lustily fare	C2
the heart of the hero of high born race	Z
in seat ancestral assigns him bliss	Z
his folk's sure fortress in fee to hold	E
puts in his power great parts of the earth	A
empire so ample that end of it	E
this wanter of wisdom weeneth none	B
So he waxes in wealth nowise can harm him	D2
illness or age no evil cares	Z
shadow his spirit no sword hate threatens	Z
from ever an enemy all the world	E
wends at his will no worse he knoweth	A
till all within him obstinate pride	E
waxes and wakes while the warden slumbers	Z
the spirit's sentry sleep is too fast	E
which masters his might and the murderer nears	Z
stealthily shooting the shafts from his bow	B

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