Beowulf (episode 28-30) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGDHIJKLMCNODLP QRSMTLUVWXYULZA2VUNB 2UUB2C2CD2E2F2G2H2AX LI2J2I2HK2LL2M2HUHHN 2HLDXHI2DI2O2LXP2Q2D HHDR2S2HHDAI2S2T2I2C UU2S2HLS2S2S2HVS2UV2 HLHCW2HI2UT2AX2HHY2I 2HAS2HS2X2HS2HLS2Z2P 2HHS2Q2HHA3B3DPHHHDS 2C3D3HHUHLO2S2EHD2DH HE3S2S2DHF3DHG3HHI2H H3HO2S2HASTENED the hardy one henchmen with him | A |
sandy strand of the sea to tread | B |
and widespread ways The world's great candle | C |
sun shone from south They strode along | D |
with sturdy steps to the spot they knew | E |
where the battle king young his burg within | F |
slayer of Ongentheow shared the rings | G |
shelter of heroes To Hygelac | D |
Beowulf's coming was quickly told | H |
that there in the court the clansmen's refuge | I |
the shield companion sound and alive | J |
hale from the hero play homeward strode | K |
With haste in the hall by highest order | L |
room for the rovers was readily made | M |
By his sovran he sat come safe from battle | C |
kinsman by kinsman His kindly lord | N |
he first had greeted in gracious form | O |
with manly words The mead dispensing | D |
came through the high hall Haereth's daughter | L |
winsome to warriors wine cup bore | P |
to the hands of the heroes Hygelac then | Q |
his comrade fairly with question plied | R |
in the lofty hall sore longing to know | S |
what manner of sojourn the Sea Geats made | M |
What came of thy quest my kinsman Beowulf | T |
when thy yearnings suddenly swept thee yonder | L |
battle to seek o'er the briny sea | U |
combat in Heorot Hrothgar couldst thou | V |
aid at all the honored chief | W |
in his wide known woes With waves of care | X |
my sad heart seethed I sore mistrusted | Y |
my loved one's venture long I begged thee | U |
by no means to seek that slaughtering monster | L |
but suffer the South Danes to settle their feud | Z |
themselves with Grendel Now God be thanked | A2 |
that safe and sound I can see thee now | V |
Beowulf spake the bairn of Ecgtheow | U |
'Tis known and unhidden Hygelac Lord | N |
to many men that meeting of ours | B2 |
struggle grim between Grendel and me | U |
which we fought on the field where full too many | U |
sorrows he wrought for the Scylding Victors | B2 |
evils unending These all I avenged | C2 |
No boast can be from breed of Grendel | C |
any on earth for that uproar at dawn | D2 |
from the longest lived of the loathsome race | E2 |
in fleshly fold But first I went | F2 |
Hrothgar to greet in the hall of gifts | G2 |
where Healfdene's kinsman high renowned | H2 |
soon as my purpose was plain to him | A |
assigned me a seat by his son and heir | X |
The liegemen were lusty my life days never | L |
such merry men over mead in hall | I2 |
have I heard under heaven The high born queen | J2 |
people's peace bringer passed through the hall | I2 |
cheered the young clansmen clasps of gold | H |
ere she sought her seat to sundry gave | K2 |
Oft to the heroes Hrothgar's daughter | L |
to earls in turn the ale cup tendered | L2 |
she whom I heard these hall companions | M2 |
Freawaru name when fretted gold | H |
she proffered the warriors Promised is she | U |
gold decked maid to the glad son of Froda | H |
Sage this seems to the Scylding's friend | H |
kingdom's keeper he counts it wise | N2 |
the woman to wed so and ward off feud | H |
store of slaughter But seldom ever | L |
when men are slain does the murder spear sink | D |
but briefest while though the bride be fair | X |
Nor haply will like it the Heathobard lord | H |
and as little each of his liegemen all | I2 |
when a thane of the Danes in that doughty throng | D |
goes with the lady along their hall | I2 |
and on him the old time heirlooms glisten | O2 |
hard and ring decked Heathobard's treasure | L |
weapons that once they wielded fair | X |
until they lost at the linden play | P2 |
liegeman leal and their lives as well | Q2 |
Then over the ale on this heirloom gazing | D |
some ash wielder old who has all in mind | H |
that spear death of men he is stern of mood | H |
heavy at heart in the hero young | D |
tests the temper and tries the soul | R2 |
and war hate wakens with words like these | S2 |
Canst thou not comrade ken that sword | H |
which to the fray thy father carried | H |
in his final feud 'neath the fighting mask | D |
dearest of blades when the Danish slew him | A |
and wielded the war place on Withergild's fall | I2 |
after havoc of heroes those hardy Scyldings | S2 |
Now the son of a certain slaughtering Dane | T2 |
proud of his treasure paces this hall | I2 |
joys in the killing and carries the jewel | C |
that rightfully ought to be owned by thee | U |
Thus he urges and eggs him all the time | U2 |
with keenest words till occasion offers | S2 |
that Freawaru's thane for his father's deed | H |
after bite of brand in his blood must slumber | L |
losing his life but that liegeman flies | S2 |
living away for the land he kens | S2 |
And thus be broken on both their sides | S2 |
oaths of the earls when Ingeld's breast | H |
wells with war hate and wife love now | V |
after the care billows cooler grows | S2 |
So I hold not high the Heathobards' faith | U |
due to the Danes or their during love | V2 |
and pact of peace But I pass from that | H |
turning to Grendel O giver of treasure | L |
and saying in full how the fight resulted | H |
hand fray of heroes When heaven's jewel | C |
had fled o'er far fields that fierce sprite came | W2 |
night foe savage to seek us out | H |
where safe and sound we sentried the hall | I2 |
To Hondscio then was that harassing deadly | U |
his fall there was fated He first was slain | T2 |
girded warrior Grendel on him | A |
turned murderous mouth on our mighty kinsman | X2 |
and all of the brave man's body devoured | H |
Yet none the earlier empty handed | H |
would the bloody toothed murderer mindful of bale | Y2 |
outward go from the gold decked hall | I2 |
but me he attacked in his terror of might | H |
with greedy hand grasped me A glove hung by him | A |
wide and wondrous wound with bands | S2 |
and in artful wise it all was wrought | H |
by devilish craft of dragon skins | S2 |
Me therein an innocent man | X2 |
the fiendish foe was fain to thrust | H |
with many another He might not so | S2 |
when I all angrily upright stood | H |
'Twere long to relate how that land destroyer | L |
I paid in kind for his cruel deeds | S2 |
yet there my prince this people of thine | Z2 |
got fame by my fighting He fled away | P2 |
and a little space his life preserved | H |
but there staid behind him his stronger hand | H |
left in Heorot heartsick thence | S2 |
on the floor of the ocean that outcast fell | Q2 |
Me for this struggle the Scyldings' friend | H |
paid in plenty with plates of gold | H |
with many a treasure when morn had come | A3 |
and we all at the banquet board sat down | B3 |
Then was song and glee The gray haired Scylding | D |
much tested told of the times of yore | P |
Whiles the hero his harp bestirred | H |
wood of delight now lays he chanted | H |
of sooth and sadness or said aright | H |
legends of wonder the wide hearted king | D |
or for years of his youth he would yearn at times | S2 |
for strength of old struggles now stricken with age | C3 |
hoary hero his heart surged full | D3 |
when wise with winters he wailed their flight | H |
Thus in the hall the whole of that day | H |
at ease we feasted till fell o'er earth | U |
another night Anon full ready | H |
in greed of vengeance Grendel's mother | L |
set forth all doleful Dead was her son | O2 |
through war hate of Weders now woman monstrous | S2 |
with fury fell a foeman she slew | E |
avenged her offspring From Aeschere old | H |
loyal councillor life was gone | D2 |
nor might they e'en when morning broke | D |
those Danish people their death done comrade | H |
burn with brands on balefire lay | H |
the man they mourned Under mountain stream | E3 |
she had carried the corpse with cruel hands | S2 |
For Hrothgar that was the heaviest sorrow | S2 |
of all that had laden the lord of his folk | D |
The leader then by thy life besought me | H |
sad was his soul in the sea waves' coil | F3 |
to play the hero and hazard my being | D |
for glory of prowess my guerdon he pledged | H |
I then in the waters 'tis widely known | G3 |
that sea floor guardian savage found | H |
Hand to hand there a while we struggled | H |
billows welled blood in the briny hall | I2 |
her head I hewed with a hardy blade | H |
from Grendel's mother and gained my life | H3 |
though not without danger My doom was not yet | H |
Then the haven of heroes Healfdene's son | O2 |
gave me in guerdon great gifts of price | S2 |
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