Beowulf: An Anglo-Saxon Epic Poem. Anonymous

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Heorot he named it

      The hall is completed, and is called Heort, or Heorot.

      Who wide-reaching word-sway wielded ’mong earlmen.

      His promise he brake not, rings he lavished,

      Treasure at banquet. Towered the hall up

      High and horn-crested, huge between antlers:

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      It battle-waves bided, the blasting fire-demon;

      Ere long then from hottest hatred must sword-wrath

      Arise for a woman’s husband and father.

      Then the mighty war-spirit1 endured for a season,

      The Monster Grendel is madly envious of the Danemen’s joy.

      Bore it bitterly, he who bided in darkness,

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      That light-hearted laughter loud in the building

      Greeted him daily; there was dulcet harp-music,

      Clear song of the singer. He said that was able

      [The course of the story is interrupted by a short reference to some old account of the creation.]

      To tell from of old earthmen’s beginnings,

      That Father Almighty earth had created,

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      The winsome wold that the water encircleth,

      Set exultingly the sun’s and the moon’s beams

      To lavish their lustre on land-folk and races,

      And earth He embellished in all her regions

      With limbs and leaves; life He bestowed too

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      On all the kindreds that live under heaven.

      The glee of the warriors is overcast by a horrible dread.

      So blessed with abundance, brimming with joyance,

      The warriors abided, till a certain one gan to

      Dog them with deeds of direfullest malice,

      A foe in the hall-building: this horrible stranger2

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      Was Grendel entitled, the march-stepper famous

      Who3 dwelt in the moor-fens, the marsh and the fastness;

      The wan-mooded being abode for a season

      In the land of the giants, when the Lord and Creator

      Had banned him and branded. For that bitter murder,

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      The killing of Abel, all-ruling Father

      Cain is referred to as a progenitor of Grendel, and of monsters in general.

      The kindred of Cain crushed with His vengeance;

      In the feud He rejoiced not, but far away drove him

      From kindred and kind, that crime to atone for,

      Meter of Justice. Thence ill-favored creatures,

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      Elves and giants, monsters of ocean,

      Came into being, and the giants that longtime

      Grappled with God; He gave them requital.

      [1] R. and t. B. prefer ‘ellor-gæst’ to ‘ellen-gæst’ (86): Then the stranger from afar endured, etc.

      [2] Some authorities would translate ‘demon’ instead of ‘stranger.’

      [3] Some authorities arrange differently, and render: Who dwelt in the moor-fens, the marsh and the fastness, the land of the giant-race.

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      Grendel attacks the sleeping heroes

      When the sun was sunken, he set out to visit

      The lofty hall-building, how the Ring-Danes had used it

      For beds and benches when the banquet was over.

      Then he found there reposing many a noble

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      Asleep after supper; sorrow the heroes,1

      Misery knew not. The monster of evil

      Greedy and cruel tarried but little,

      He drags off thirty of them, and devours them

      Fell and frantic, and forced from their slumbers

      Thirty of thanemen; thence he departed

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      Leaping and laughing, his lair to return to,

      With surfeit of slaughter sallying homeward.

      In the dusk of the dawning, as the day was just breaking,

      Was Grendel’s prowess revealed to the warriors:

      A cry of agony goes up, when Grendel’s horrible deed is fully realized.

      Then, his meal-taking finished, a moan was uplifted,

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      Morning-cry mighty. The man-ruler famous,

      The long-worthy atheling, sat very woful,

      Suffered great sorrow, sighed for his liegemen,

      When they had seen the track of the hateful pursuer,

      The spirit accursèd: too crushing that sorrow,

      The monster returns

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