...from the East, the bright beacon of God,' says Beowulf of the morning after his contest in swimming; 'the waves were stilled, and I could descry the sea-headlands, those windswept walls.' And again, when the eager adventurers were pressing on in their foamy-necked bark toward the home of...

...by the sword, slain by the dagger, they lay up along the sea-strand, so that they could never more hinder seafarers on their course in the deep channel....descry the sea-headlands, those wind-swept walls." Beowulf, translated by CB TINKER " 'And what is the sea?' asked Will. " 'The sea !' cried the miller....