Episode 38 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIAJAIKLMNOPA QNANRNSNMTUQNNTVBWAN XNTTNYAMZATNA2NB2C2V NNBD2TE2UF2ATNN| I HAVE heard that swiftly the son of Weohstan | A |
| at wish and word of his wounded king | B |
| war sick warrior woven mail coat | C |
| battle sark bore 'neath the barrow's roof | D |
| Then the clansman keen of conquest proud | E |
| passing the seat saw store of jewels | F |
| and glistening gold the ground along | G |
| by the wall were marvels and many a vessel | H |
| in the den of the dragon the dawn flier old | I |
| unburnished bowls of bygone men | A |
| reft of richness rusty helms | J |
| of the olden age and arm rings many | A |
| wondrously woven Such wealth of gold | I |
| booty from barrow can burden with pride | K |
| each human wight let him hide it who will | L |
| His glance too fell on a gold wove banner | M |
| high o'er the hoard of handiwork noblest | N |
| brilliantly broidered so bright its gleam | O |
| all the earth floor he easily saw | P |
| and viewed all these vessels No vestige now | A |
| was seen of the serpent the sword had ta'en him | Q |
| Then I heard the hill of its hoard was reft | N |
| old work of giants by one alone | A |
| he burdened his bosom with beakers and plate | N |
| at his own good will and the ensign took | R |
| brightest of beacons The blade of his lord | N |
| its edge was iron had injured deep | S |
| one that guarded the golden hoard | N |
| many a year and its murder fire | M |
| spread hot round the barrow in horror billows | T |
| at midnight hour till it met its doom | U |
| Hasted the herald the hoard so spurred him | Q |
| his track to retrace he was troubled by doubt | N |
| high souled hero if haply he'd find | N |
| alive where he left him the lord of Weders | T |
| weakening fast by the wall of the cave | V |
| So he carried the load His lord and king | B |
| he found all bleeding famous chief | W |
| at the lapse of life The liegeman again | A |
| plashed him with water till point of word | N |
| broke through the breast hoard Beowulf spake | X |
| sage and sad as he stared at the gold | N |
| For the gold and treasure to God my thanks | T |
| to the Wielder of Wonders with words I say | T |
| for what I behold to Heaven's Lord | N |
| for the grace that I give such gifts to my folk | Y |
| or ever the day of my death be run | A |
| Now I've bartered here for booty of treasure | M |
| the last of my life so look ye well | Z |
| to the needs of my land No longer I tarry | A |
| A barrow bid ye the battle fanned raise | T |
| for my ashes 'Twill shine by the shore of the flood | N |
| to folk of mine memorial fair | A2 |
| on Hrones Headland high uplifted | N |
| that ocean wanderers oft may hail | B2 |
| Beowulf's Barrow as back from far | C2 |
| they drive their keels o'er the darkling wave | V |
| From his neck he unclasped the collar of gold | N |
| valorous king to his vassal gave it | N |
| with bright gold helmet breastplate and ring | B |
| to the youthful thane bade him use them in joy | D2 |
| Thou art end and remnant of all our race | T |
| the Waegmunding name For Wyrd hath swept them | E2 |
| all my line to the land of doom | U |
| earls in their glory I after them go | F2 |
| This word was the last which the wise old man | A |
| harbored in heart ere hot death waves | T |
| of balefire he chose From his bosom fled | N |
| his soul to seek the saints' reward | N |
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