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Page 14 - Then the mighty spirit who dwelt in darkness angrily endured the torment of hearing each day high revel in the hall. There was the sound of the harp, the clear song of the minstrel.
Page 31 - Goth-men all together, in the beer hall, a table cleared ; there the resolute men went to sit in the pride of their strength. A thane attended to the service ; one who bore in his hand a decorated ale-can. He poured forth the sheer nectar. At times a ministrel sang, clearvoiced in Heorot ; there was social merriment, a brave company of Danes.
Page 133 - The great-hearted king took from his neck the ring of gold; gave to his thane, the youthful warrior, his helmet gold-adorned, his ring and his byrnie, bade him enjoy them well. "Thou art the latest left of all our kin, the Waegmundings. Wyrd hath swept away all my kinsmen, heroes in their might, to the appointed doom. I must after them.
Page 109 - ... heroes. There is no joy of harp, no mirth of the gleewood, no good hawk swinging through the hall, no swift horse beating with his hoof the castle-yard. Baleful death hath sent forth many mortals on their way.
Page 25 - And he [Wulfgar] went quickly to where Hrothgar was sitting, old and exceeding white-haired, with his company of thanes; the valiant man went until he stood before the face of the lord of the Danes — he knew the custom of the court. Wulfgar spoke to his friendly lord: ' Hither are come across the seawaves travelers, Geatish men from a far country. Warriors call their chieftain Beowulf. They beg to have speech with thee, my lord.
Page 22 - ... cooler; or else he will ever afterwards endure hard times, dire need, so long as there stands in a high place the best of houses." The warder spoke where he sat on his steed, liegeman unafraid : "Between these two, words and works, must a sharp shieldwarrior who thinketh well know the difference. I hear that this is a band friendly to the lord of the Scyldings. Go bring forth your weapons and war-weeds; I will lead you; likewise I will bid my kinsman-thanes to hold your float with honor against...
Page 34 - Beowulf of the morning after his contest in swimming; 'the waves were stilled, and I could descry the sea-headlands, those windswept walls.
Page 131 - ... that exulted in victory, the brave kinsman-thane, saw when he went by the seat many treasure-jewels, gold glittering as it lay on the ground, a wonder on the wall, and the den of the worm, the old twilightflyer. Flagons stood there, vessels of former men, wanting the burnisher, bereft of adornments. There was many a helmet, old and rusty, many an arm-ring cunningly twisted. A treasure, gold on the ground, may easily befool any one of mankind, hide it he who will. Likewise he saw resting there...
Page 147 - ... beacon. They made a wall round about the ashes of the fire, even as the wisest of men could most worthily devise. Within the mound they put the rings and the jewels, all the adornments which the brave-hearted men had taken from the hoard; they let the earth hold the treasure of heroes, hid the gold in the ground, where it still remains, as useless unto men as it was of yore. Then warriors, sons of princes, twelve in all, rode about the mound; they had in mind to bewail their sorrow, mourn their...