Beowulf eBook

Gareth Hinds
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 112 pages of information about Beowulf.
          E’en now some man of the murderer’s progeny
          Exulting in ornaments enters the building,
          Boasts of his blood-shedding, offbeareth the jewel
          Which thou shouldst wholly hold in possession!’
       25 So he urgeth and mindeth on every occasion
          With woe-bringing words, till waxeth the season
          When the woman’s thane for the works of his father,
          The bill having bitten, blood-gory sleepeth,
          Fated to perish; the other one thenceward
       30 ’Scapeth alive, the land knoweth thoroughly.[1]
          Then the oaths of the earlmen on each side are broken,
          When rancors unresting are raging in Ingeld
          And his wife-love waxeth less warm after sorrow. 
          So the Heathobards’ favor not faithful I reckon,
       35 Their part in the treaty not true to the Danemen,
          Their friendship not fast.  I further shall tell thee

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{Having made these preliminary statements, I will now tell thee of
Grendel, the monster.}

          More about Grendel, that thou fully mayst hear,
          Ornament-giver, what afterward came from
          The hand-rush of heroes.  When heaven’s bright jewel
       40 O’er earthfields had glided, the stranger came raging,
          The horrible night-fiend, us for to visit,
          Where wholly unharmed the hall we were guarding.

{Hondscio fell first}

          To Hondscio happened a hopeless contention,
          Death to the doomed one, dead he fell foremost,
       45 Girded war-champion; to him Grendel became then,
          To the vassal distinguished, a tooth-weaponed murderer,
          The well-beloved henchman’s body all swallowed. 
          Not the earlier off empty of hand did
          The bloody-toothed murderer, mindful of evils,
       50 Wish to escape from the gold-giver’s palace,
          But sturdy of strength he strove to outdo me,
          Hand-ready grappled.  A glove was suspended
          Spacious and wondrous, in art-fetters fastened,
          Which was fashioned entirely by touch of the craftman
       55 From the dragon’s skin by the devil’s devices: 
          He down in its depths would do me unsadly
          One among many, deed-doer raging,
          Though sinless he saw me; not so could it happen
          When I in my anger upright did stand.
       60 ’Tis too long to recount how requital I furnished
          For every evil to the earlmen’s destroyer;

{I reflected honor upon my people.}

          ’Twas there, my prince, that I proudly distinguished
          Thy land with my labors.  He left and retreated,
          He lived his life a little while longer: 
       65 Yet his right-hand guarded his footstep in Heorot,
          And sad-mooded thence to the sea-bottom fell he,
          Mournful in mind.  For the might-rush of battle

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