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LO praise of the prowess of people kings	A
of spear armed Danes in days long sped	B
we have heard and what honor the athelings won	C
Oft Scyld the Scefing from squadroned foes	D
from many a tribe the mead bench tore	E
awing the earls Since erst he lay	F
friendless a foundling fate repaid him	G
for he waxed under welkin in wealth he throve	H
till before him the folk both far and near	I
who house by the whale path heard his mandate	J
gave him gifts a good king he	K
To him an heir was afterward born	L
a son in his halls whom heaven sent	M
to favor the folk feeling their woe	N
that erst they had lacked an earl for leader	O
so long a while the Lord endowed him	G
the Wielder of Wonder with world's renown	P
Famed was this Beowulf far flew the boast of him	G
son of Scyld in the Scandian lands	Q
So becomes it a youth to quit him well	R
with his father's friends by fee and gift	S
that to aid him aged in after days	T
come warriors willing should war draw nigh	U
liegemen loyal by lauded deeds	V
shall an earl have honor in every clan	W
Forth he fared at the fated moment	X
sturdy Scyld to the shelter of God	Y
Then they bore him over to ocean's billow	N
loving clansmen as late he charged them	Z
while wielded words the winsome Scyld	Y
the leader beloved who long had ruled	Y
In the roadstead rocked a ring dight vessel	A2
ice flecked outbound atheling's barge	B2
there laid they down their darling lord	Y
on the breast of the boat the breaker of rings	A
by the mast the mighty one Many a treasure	O
fetched from far was freighted with him	G
No ship have I known so nobly dight	Y
with weapons of war and weeds of battle	A2
with breastplate and blade on his bosom lay	F
a heaped hoard that hence should go	N
far o'er the flood with him floating away	F
No less these loaded the lordly gifts	C2
thanes' huge treasure than those had done	C
who in former time forth had sent him	G
sole on the seas a suckling child	Y
High o'er his head they hoist the standard	Y
a gold wove banner let billows take him	G
gave him to ocean Grave were their spirits	D2
mournful their mood No man is able	A2
to say in sooth no son of the halls	E2
no hero 'neath heaven who harbored that freight	Y
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I	U
Now Beowulf bode in the burg of the Scyldings	E2
leader beloved and long he ruled	Y
in fame with all folk since his father had gone	F2
away from the world till awoke an heir	G2
haughty Healfdene who held through life	H2
sage and sturdy the Scyldings glad	Y
Then one after one there woke to him	G
to the chieftain of clansmen children four	E
Heorogar then Hrothgar then Halga brave	I2
and I heard that was 's queen	J2
the Heathoscylfing's helpmate dear	I
To Hrothgar was given such glory of war	E
such honor of combat that all his kin	K2
obeyed him gladly till great grew his band	Y
of youthful comrades It came in his mind	Y
to bid his henchmen a hall uprear	E
a master mead house mightier far	E
than ever was seen by the sons of earth	L2
and within it then to old and young	M2
he would all allot that the Lord had sent him	G
save only the land and the lives of his men	N2
Wide I heard was the work commanded	Y
for many a tribe this mid earth round	Y
to fashion the folkstead It fell as he ordered	Y
in rapid achievement that ready it stood there	E
of halls the noblest Heorot he named it	Y
whose message had might in many a land	Y
Not reckless of promise the rings he dealt	Y
treasure at banquet there towered the hall	O2
high gabled wide the hot surge waiting	P2
of furious flame Nor far was that day	F
when father and son in law stood in feud	Y
for warfare and hatred that woke again	N2
With envy and anger an evil spirit	Y
endured the dole in his dark abode	Y
that he heard each day the din of revel	A2
high in the hall there harps rang out	Y
clear song of the singer He sang who knew	Q2
tales of the early time of man	W
how the Almighty made the earth	L2
fairest fields enfolded by water	E
set triumphant sun and moon	R2
for a light to lighten the land dwellers	E2
and braided bright the breast of earth	L2
with limbs and leaves made life for all	O2
of mortal beings that breathe and move	S2
So lived the clansmen in cheer and revel	A2
a winsome life till one began	W
to fashion evils that field of hell	R
Grendel this monster grim was called	Y
march riever mighty in moorland living	P2
in fen and fastness fief of the giants	E2
the hapless wight a while had kept	Y
since the Creator his exile doomed	Y
On kin of Cain was the killing avenged	Y
by sovran God for slaughtered Abel	A2
Ill fared his feud and far was he driven	C
for the slaughter's sake from sight of men	N2
Of Cain awoke all that woful breed	Y
Etins and elves and evil spirits	E2
as well as the giants that warred with God	Y
weary while but their wage was paid them	Z
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II	U
WENT he forth to find at fall of night	Y
that haughty house and heed wherever	E
the Ring Danes outrevelled to rest had gone	F2
Found within it the atheling band	Y
asleep after feasting and fearless of sorrow	E
of human hardship Unhallowed wight	Y
grim and greedy he grasped betimes	E2
wrathful reckless from resting places	E2
thirty of the thanes and thence he rushed	Y
fain of his fell spoil faring homeward	Y
laden with slaughter his lair to seek	T2
Then at the dawning as day was breaking	P2
the might of Grendel to men was known	U2
then after wassail was wail uplifted	Y
loud moan in the morn The mighty chief	V2
atheling excellent unblithe sat	Y
labored in woe for the loss of his thanes	E2
when once had been traced the trail of the fiend	Y
spirit accurst too cruel that sorrow	E
too long too loathsome Not late the respite	Y
with night returning anew began	W
ruthless murder he recked no whit	Y
firm in his guilt of the feud and crime	W2
They were easy to find who elsewhere sought	Y
in room remote their rest at night	Y
bed in the bowers when that bale was shown	U2
was seen in sooth with surest token	C
the hall thane's hate Such held themselves	E2
far and fast who the fiend outran	W
Thus ruled unrighteous and raged his fill	X2
one against all until empty stood	Y
that lordly building and long it bode so	E
Twelve years' tide the trouble he bore	E
sovran of Scyldings sorrows in plenty	Y
boundless cares There came unhidden	W
tidings true to the tribes of men	W
in sorrowful songs how ceaselessly Grendel	A2
harassed Hrothgar what hate he bore him	G
what murder and massacre many a year	E
feud unfading refused consent	Y
to deal with any of Daneland's earls	E2
make pact of peace or compound for gold	Y
still less did the wise men ween to get	Y
great fee for the feud from his fiendish hands	E2
But the evil one ambushed old and young	M2
death shadow dark and dogged them still	X2
lured or lurked in the livelong night	Y
of misty moorlands men may say not	Y
where the haunts of these Hell Runes be	Y
Such heaping of horrors the hater of men	W
lonely roamer wrought unceasing	P2
harassings heavy O'er Heorot he lorded	Y
gold bright hall in gloomy nights	E2
and ne'er could the prince approach his throne	W
'twas judgment of God or have joy in his hall	O2
Sore was the sorrow to Scyldings' friend	Y
heart rending misery Many nobles	E2
sat assembled and searched out counsel	A2
how it were best for bold hearted men	W
against harassing terror to try their hand	Y
Whiles they vowed in their heathen fanes	E2
altar offerings asked with words	E2
that the slayer of souls would succor give them	Z
for the pain of their people Their practice this	E2
their heathen hope 'twas Hell they thought of	Y2
in mood of their mind Almighty they knew not	Y
Doomsman of Deeds and dreadful Lord	Y
nor Heaven's Helmet heeded they ever	E
Wielder of Wonder Woe for that man	W
who in harm and hatred hales his soul	Z2
to fiery embraces nor favor nor change	A3
awaits he ever But well for him	G
that after death day may draw to his Lord	Y
and friendship find in the Father's arms	E2
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III	U
THUS seethed unceasing the son of Healfdene	W
with the woe of these days not wisest men	W
assuaged his sorrow too sore the anguish	B3
loathly and long	C3

Charles Baudelaire

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