Episode 39 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLMNIOPFQR STUCVIWFKUXYZA2B2GC2 D2E2YF2KMG2XH2I2J2K2 KL2M2N2O2KP2XQ2TMIPR 2IUS2I2MMT2KN2| 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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