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IT was heavy hap for that hero young	A
on his lord beloved to look and find him	B
lying on earth with life at end	C
sorrowful sight But the slayer too	D
awful earth dragon empty of breath	E
lay felled in fight nor fain of its treasure	F
could the writhing monster rule it more	G
For edges of iron had ended its days	H
hard and battle sharp hammers' leaving	I
and that flier afar had fallen to ground	J
hushed by its hurt its hoard all near	K
no longer lusty aloft to whirl	L
at midnight making its merriment seen	M
proud of its prizes prone it sank	N
by the handiwork of the hero king	I
Forsooth among folk but few achieve	O
though sturdy and strong as stories tell me	P
and never so daring in deed of valor	F
the perilous breath of a poison foe	Q
to brave and to rush on the ring board hall	R
whenever his watch the warden keeps	S
bold in the barrow Beowulf paid	T
the price of death for that precious hoard	U
and each of the foes had found the end	C
of this fleeting life	V
Befell erelong	I
that the laggards in war the wood had left	W
trothbreakers cowards ten together	F
fearing before to flourish a spear	K
in the sore distress of their sovran lord	U
Now in their shame their shields they carried	X
armor of fight where the old man lay	Y
and they gazed on Wiglaf Wearied he sat	Z
at his sovran's shoulder shieldsman good	A2
to wake him with water Nowise it availed	B2
Though well he wished it in world no more	G
could he barrier life for that leader of battles	C2
nor baffle the will of all wielding God	D2
Doom of the Lord was law o'er the deeds	E2
of every man as it is to day	Y
Grim was the answer easy to get	F2
from the youth for those that had yielded to fear	K
Wiglaf spake the son of Weohstan	M
mournful he looked on those men unloved	G2
Who sooth will speak can say indeed	X
that the ruler who gave you golden rings	H2
and the harness of war in which ye stand	I2
for he at ale bench often times	J2
bestowed on hall folk helm and breastplate	K2
lord to liegemen the likeliest gear	K
which near of far he could find to give	L2
threw away and wasted these weeds of battle	M2
on men who failed when the foemen came	N2
Not at all could the king of his comrades in arms	O2
venture to vaunt though the Victory Wielder	K
God gave him grace that he got revenge	P2
sole with his sword in stress and need	X
To rescue his life 'twas little that I	Q2
could serve him in struggle yet shift I made	T
hopeless it seemed to help my kinsman	M
Its strength ever waned when with weapon I struck	I
that fatal foe and the fire less strongly	P
flowed from its head Too few the heroes	R2
in throe of contest that thronged to our king	I
Now gift of treasure and girding of sword	U
joy of the house and home delight	S2
shall fail your folk his freehold land	I2
every clansman within your kin	M
shall lose and leave when lords highborn	M
hear afar of that flight of yours	T2
a fameless deed Yea death is better	K
for liegemen all than a life of shame	N2

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