Episode 37 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGECHCIJKLIMENO PQRSTUVWXYZHA2B2C2D2 E2TF2G2H2I2F2J2K2L2M 2LN2O2RO2F2F2K2P2F2F 2| 'TWAS now men say in his sovran's need | A |
| that the earl made known his noble strain | B |
| craft and keenness and courage enduring | C |
| Heedless of harm though his hand was burned | D |
| hardy hearted he helped his kinsman | E |
| A little lower the loathsome beast | F |
| he smote with sword his steel drove in | G |
| bright and burnished that blaze began | E |
| to lose and lessen At last the king | C |
| wielded his wits again war knife drew | H |
| a biting blade by his breastplate hanging | C |
| and the Weders' helm smote that worm asunder | I |
| felled the foe flung forth its life | J |
| So had they killed it kinsmen both | K |
| athelings twain thus an earl should be | L |
| in danger's day Of deeds of valor | I |
| this conqueror's hour of the king was last | M |
| of his work in the world The wound began | E |
| which that dragon of earth had erst inflicted | N |
| to swell and smart and soon he found | O |
| in his breast was boiling baleful and deep | P |
| pain of poison The prince walked on | Q |
| wise in his thought to the wall of rock | R |
| then sat and stared at the structure of giants | S |
| where arch of stone and steadfast column | T |
| upheld forever that hall in earth | U |
| Yet here must the hand of the henchman peerless | V |
| lave with water his winsome lord | W |
| the king and conqueror covered with blood | X |
| with struggle spent and unspan his helmet | Y |
| Beowulf spake in spite of his hurt | Z |
| his mortal wound full well he knew | H |
| his portion now was past and gone | A2 |
| of earthly bliss and all had fled | B2 |
| of his file of days and death was near | C2 |
| quot I would fain bestow on son of mine | D2 |
| this gear of war were given me now | E2 |
| that any heir should after me come | T |
| of my proper blood This people I ruled | F2 |
| fifty winters No folk king was there | G2 |
| none at all of the neighboring clans | H2 |
| who war would wage me with 'warriors' friends' | I2 |
| and threat me with horrors At home I bided | F2 |
| what fate might come and I cared for mine own | J2 |
| feuds I sought not nor falsely swore | K2 |
| ever on oath For all these things | L2 |
| though fatally wounded fain am I | M2 |
| From the Ruler of Man no wrath shall seize me | L |
| when life from my frame must flee away | N2 |
| for killing of kinsmen Now quickly go | O2 |
| and gaze on that hoard 'neath the hoary rock | R |
| Wiglaf loved now the worm lies low | O2 |
| sleeps heart sore of his spoil bereaved | F2 |
| And fare in haste I would fain behold | F2 |
| the gorgeous heirlooms golden store | K2 |
| have joy in the jewels and gems lay down | P2 |
| softlier for sight of this splendid hoard | F2 |
| my life and the lordship I long have held quot | F2 |
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