Beowulf (the Prelude) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFGHIJKLMNOPHQHRS TUVWX YZOA2ZZB2C2ZBPHZB2GO GD2DHZZHE2B2F2Z

PRELUDE OF THE FOUNDER OF THE DANISH HOUSEA
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LO praise of the prowess of people kingsB
of spear armed Danes in days long spedC
we have heard and what honor the athelings wonD
Oft Scyld the Scefing from squadroned foesE
from many a tribe the mead bench toreF
awing the earls Since erst he layG
friendless a foundling fate repaid himH
for he waxed under welkin in wealth he throveI
till before him the folk both far and nearJ
who house by the whale path heard his mandateK
gave him gifts a good king heL
To him an heir was afterward bornM
a son in his halls whom heaven sentN
to favor the folk feeling their woeO
that erst they had lacked an earl for leaderP
so long a while the Lord endowed himH
the Wielder of Wonder with world's renownQ
Famed was this Beowulf far flew the boast of himH
son of Scyld in the Scandian landsR
So becomes it a youth to quit him wellS
with his father's friends by fee and giftT
that to aid him aged in after daysU
come warriors willing should war draw nighV
liegemen loyal by lauded deedsW
shall an earl have honor in every clanX
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Forth he fared at the fated momentY
sturdy Scyld to the shelter of GodZ
Then they bore him over to ocean's billowO
loving clansmen as late he charged themA2
while wielded words the winsome ScyldZ
the leader beloved who long had ruledZ
In the roadstead rocked a ring dight vesselB2
ice flecked outbound atheling's bargeC2
there laid they down their darling lordZ
on the breast of the boat the breaker of ringsB
by the mast the mighty one Many a treasureP
fetched from far was freighted with himH
No ship have I known so nobly dightZ
with weapons of war and weeds of battleB2
with breastplate and blade on his bosom layG
a heaped hoard that hence should goO
far o'er the flood with him floating awayG
No less these loaded the lordly giftsD2
thanes' huge treasure than those had doneD
who in former time forth had sent himH
sole on the seas a suckling childZ
High o'er his head they hoist the standardZ
a gold wove banner let billows take himH
gave him to ocean Grave were their spiritsE2
mournful their mood No man is ableB2
to say in sooth no son of the hallsF2
no hero 'neath heaven who harbored that freightZ

Anonymous Olde English



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