"A hideous monster lurked, fiend from hell,/ Misbegotten son of a foul mother,/ Grendel his name, hating the sound of the harp,/ The minstrel's song, the bold merriment of men/ In whose distorted likeness he was shaped/ Twice six feet tall, with arms of hairy gorilla/ And red ferocious eyes and ravening jaws." Chapter 1, pg. 2

"That fiend from hell, foul enemy of God." Chapter 1, pg. 2

"Now there lived overseas/ In the land of the Geats, a youth of valiance abounding,/ Mightiest yet mildest of men, his name Beowulf." Chapter 1, pg. 4

"'We are from Sweden, O guardian of the shore. Fear not,/ For in loyalty we come - from friendly fields/ That tremble to the tale of your suffering and horror/ Unspeakable. Crowding sail, hot haste we are come/ With stout spears of ashwood and shields to protect you."' Chapter 1, pg. 5

"Pouncing on the nearest/ Tore him limb...