Beowulf (episode 24) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACDEFAEEAGHEABEIJE BEKLBEMEEEEENGEOEPEQ EEREEESTUEVWEXBBYAEM BZZMBZBLEA2EAZFBAZEB 2ZC2ZZEAEBD2ZZEAEZEZ B| 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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