Episode 33 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKL MNOPQRSTUVWCXYUDZA2B 2C2RD2RE2CRF2RRGRG2G RRRUE2E2RC2RH2VRI2RJ 2K2L2RRE2M2N2O2URD2P 2RJCQ2G2D2E2| THEN the baleful fiend its fire belched out | A |
| and bright homes burned The blaze stood high | B |
| all landsfolk frighting No living thing | C |
| would that loathly one leave as aloft it flew | D |
| Wide was the dragon's warring seen | E |
| its fiendish fury far and near | F |
| as the grim destroyer those Geatish people | G |
| hated and hounded To hidden lair | H |
| to its hoard it hastened at hint of dawn | I |
| Folk of the land it had lapped in flame | J |
| with bale and brand In its barrow it trusted | K |
| its battling and bulwarks that boast was vain | L |
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| To Beowulf then the bale was told | M |
| quickly and truly the king's own home | N |
| of buildings the best in brand waves melted | O |
| that gift throne of Geats To the good old man | P |
| sad in heart 'twas heaviest sorrow | Q |
| The sage assumed that his sovran God | R |
| he had angered breaking ancient law | S |
| and embittered the Lord His breast within | T |
| with black thoughts welled as his wont was never | U |
| The folk's own fastness that fiery dragon | V |
| with flame had destroyed and the stronghold all | W |
| washed by waves but the warlike king | C |
| prince of the Weders plotted vengeance | X |
| Warriors' bulwark he bade them work | Y |
| all of iron the earl's commander | U |
| a war shield wondrous well he knew | D |
| that forest wood against fire were worthless | Z |
| linden could aid not Atheling brave | A2 |
| he was fated to finish this fleeting life | B2 |
| his days on earth and the dragon with him | C2 |
| though long it had watched o'er the wealth of thehoard | R |
| Shame he reckoned it sharer of rings | D2 |
| to follow the flyer afar with a host | R |
| a broad flung band nor the battle feared he | E2 |
| nor deemed he dreadful the dragon's warring | C |
| its vigor and valor ventures desperate | R |
| he had passed a plenty and perils of war | F2 |
| contest crash since conqueror proud | R |
| Hrothgar's hall he had wholly purged | R |
| and in grapple had killed the kin of Grendel | G |
| loathsome breed Not least was that | R |
| of hand to hand fights where Hygelac fell | G2 |
| when the ruler of Geats in rush of battle | G |
| lord of his folk in the Frisian land | R |
| son of Hrethel by sword draughts died | R |
| by brands down beaten Thence Beowulf fled | R |
| through strength of himself and his swimming power | U |
| though alone and his arms were laden with thirty | E2 |
| coats of mail when he came to the sea | E2 |
| Nor yet might Hetwaras haughtily boast | R |
| their craft of contest who carried against him | C2 |
| shields to the fight but few escaped | R |
| from strife with the hero to seek their homes | H2 |
| Then swam over ocean Ecgtheow's son | V |
| lonely and sorrowful seeking his land | R |
| where Hygd made him offer of hoard and realm | I2 |
| rings and royal seat reckoning naught | R |
| the strength of her son to save their kingdom | J2 |
| from hostile hordes after Hygelac's death | K2 |
| No sooner for this could the stricken ones | L2 |
| in any wise move that atheling's mind | R |
| over young Heardred's head as lord | R |
| and ruler of all the realm to be | E2 |
| yet the hero upheld him with helpful words | M2 |
| aided in honor till older grown | N2 |
| he wielded the Weder Geats Wandering exiles | O2 |
| sought him o'er seas the sons of Ohtere | U |
| who had spurned the sway of the Scylfings' helmet | R |
| the bravest and best that broke the rings | D2 |
| in Swedish land of the sea kings' line | P2 |
| haughty hero Hence Heardred's end | R |
| For shelter he gave them sword death came | J |
| the blade's fell blow to bairn of Hygelac | C |
| but the son of Ongentheow sought again | Q2 |
| house and home when Heardred fell | G2 |
| leaving Beowulf lord of Geats | D2 |
| and gift seat's master A good king he | E2 |
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