No, no, he’s gone.

suddenly tore him, warrior, and devours him. Bit his bone-prison, the blood drank in currents, Swallowed in mouthfuls: he soon had the dead man’s 35 Feet and hands, too, eaten entirely

No battle-skill has he, t

our bodies expected To shield from the sharks. He sure was unable To swim on the waters further than I could,

“Art thou that Beowulf with Breca did struggle, On the wide sea-currents at swimming contended, Did you take part in a swimming-match 10 Where to humor your pride the ocean ye tried,

I have heard on inquiry, the horrible creature From veriest rashness recks not for weapons;

Not to refuse me, defender of warriors, Friend-lord of folks, so far have I sought thee, That I may unaided, my earlmen assisting me, 60 This brave-mooded war-band, purify Heorot.

glory.

Was not anywise able evils to ’scape from:

Morning-cry mighty. The man-ruler famous,

Asleep after supper; sorrow the heroes, Misery knew not. The monster of evil Greedy and cruel tarried but little,

The belovèd leader laid they down there, By his own request, his body is Giver of rings, on the breast of the vessel, laid on a vessel and wafted The famed by the mainmast. A many of jewels, seaward. Of fretted embossings, from far-lands brought over, Was placed near at hand then

When war assaults him serve him as l

liegemen:

carle that is young, by kindnesses rendered The ideal Teutonic king lavishes gifts The friends of his father, with fees in abundance on his vassals. Must be able to earn that when age approacheth Eager companions aid him requitingly,

world-honor gained,

persisted on__________________ fiercely sharpened________ _________ ______________ she shone_________ _____________g skill ancient work_________ _____________g of crusts of mud turned away spirit mo________yne put together keen-counselled

Wulf is on one island I on another. That island, surrounded by fens, is secure. There on the island are bloodthirsty men.

that his love robbed him of his sleep.

True is the tale that I tell of my travels,

And so these buildings grow desolate, and this red-curved roof parts from its tiles of the ceiling-vault.

Often this wall, lichen-grey and stained with red, experienced one reign after another,

There are loving friends alive on the earth; they have their bed; while alone at dawn

so that we should live most wretchedly, most widely sundered in the world, and a yearning came upon me.

had sorrow at dawn as to where in the land my lord might be. Then I set out, a friendless exile,

For many years I had an excellent office and a gracious Lord, until now Heorrenda, a skillful man, has inherited the land once given to me by the protector of warriors. That went away, this also may.

In Beadohild’s mind her brothers’ death was not as grieving as her own situation, when she realized she was pregnant; she couldn’t fathom the outcome.

he held dominion in the kingdom of the Goths. Many men sat, full of sorrow, anticipating trouble and constantly praying for the fall of his country.

Sudden my soul starts from her prison-house,

All this life is labor and sorrow, Doom of destiny darkens o’er earth.

A haughty hero will hide his suffering, Manfully master misery’s pang.

All to myself my sorrow I tell.

four Old English manuscript collections