Episode 43 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFAACGAHIJIKLMNO PNNQQRNMSAAANTUQAANA V NAWNA| THEN fashioned for him the folk of Geats | A |
| firm on the earth a funeral pile | B |
| and hung it with helmets and harness of war | C |
| and breastplates bright as the boon he asked | D |
| and they laid amid it the mighty chieftain | E |
| heroes mourning their master dear | F |
| Then on the hill that hugest of balefires | A |
| the warriors wakened Wood smoke rose | A |
| black over blaze and blent was the roar | C |
| of flame with weeping the wind was still | G |
| till the fire had broken the frame of bones | A |
| hot at the heart In heavy mood | H |
| their misery moaned they their master's death | I |
| Wailing her woe the widow old | J |
| her hair upbound for Beowulf's death | I |
| sung in her sorrow and said full oft | K |
| she dreaded the doleful days to come | L |
| deaths enow and doom of battle | M |
| and shame The smoke by the sky was devoured | N |
| The folk of the Weders fashioned there | O |
| on the headland a barrow broad and high | P |
| by ocean farers far descried | N |
| in ten days' time their toil had raised it | N |
| the battle brave's beacon Round brands of the pyre | Q |
| a wall they built the worthiest ever | Q |
| that wit could prompt in their wisest men | R |
| They placed in the barrow that precious booty | N |
| the rounds and the rings they had reft erewhile | M |
| hardy heroes from hoard in cave | S |
| trusting the ground with treasure of earls | A |
| gold in the earth where ever it lies | A |
| useless to men as of yore it was | A |
| Then about that barrow the battle keen rode | N |
| atheling born a band of twelve | T |
| lament to make to mourn their king | U |
| chant their dirge and their chieftain honor | Q |
| They praised his earlship his acts of prowess | A |
| worthily witnessed and well it is | A |
| that men their master friend mightily laud | N |
| heartily love when hence he goes | A |
| from life in the body forlorn away | V |
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| Thus made their mourning the men of Geatland | N |
| for their hero's passing his hearth companions | A |
| quoth that of all the kings of earth | W |
| of men he was mildest and most beloved | N |
| to his kin the kindest keenest for praise | A |
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