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  • 97.
    Beowulf (Episode 09)

    ME thus often the evil monsters
    thronging threatened. With thrust of my sword,
    the darling, I dealt them due return!
    Nowise had they bliss from their booty then
    to devour their victim, vengeful creatures,
    seated to banquet at bottom of sea;
    but at break of day, by my brand sore hurt,
    on the edge of ocean up they lay,
    put to sleep by the sword. And since, by them
    on the fathomless sea-ways sailor-folk
    are never molested. -- Light from east,
    came bright God's beacon; the billows sank,
    so that I saw the sea-cliffs high,
    windy walls. For Wyrd oft saveth
    earl undoomed if he doughty be!
    And so it came that I killed with my sword
    nine of the nicors. Of night-fought battles
    ne'er heard I a harder 'neath heaven's dome,
    nor adrift on the deep a more desolate man!
    Yet I came unharmed from that hostile clutch,
    though spent with swimming. The sea upbore me,
    flood of the tide, on Finnish land,
    the welling waters. No wise of thee
    have I heard men tell such terror of falchions,
    bitter battle. Breca ne'er yet,
    not one of you pair, in the play of war
    such daring deed has done at all
    with bloody brand, -- I boast not of it! --
    though thou wast the bane of thy brethren dear,
    thy closest kin, whence curse of hell
    awaits thee, well as thy wit may serve!
    For I say in sooth, thou son of Ecglaf,
    never had Grendel these grim deeds wrought,
    monster dire, on thy master dear,
    in Heorot such havoc, if heart of thine
    were as battle-bold as thy boast is loud!
    But he has found no feud will happen;
    from sword-clash dread of your Danish clan
    he vaunts him safe, from the Victor-Scyldings.
    He forces pledges, favors none
    of the land of Danes, but lustily murders,
    fights and feasts, nor feud he dreads
    from Spear-Dane men. But speedily now
    shall I prove him the prowess and pride of the Geats,
    shall bid him battle. Blithe to mead
    go he that listeth, when light of dawn
    this morrow morning o'er men of earth,
    ether-robed sun from the south shall beam!"
    Joyous then was the Jewel-giver,
    hoar-haired, war-brave; help awaited
    the Bright-Danes' prince, from Beowulf hearing,
    folk's good shepherd, such firm resolve.
    Then was laughter of liegemen loud resounding
    with winsome words. Came Wealhtheow forth,
    queen of Hrothgar, heedful of courtesy,
    gold-decked, greeting the guests in hall;
    and the high-born lady handed the cup
    first to the East-Danes' heir and warden,
    bade him be blithe at the beer-carouse,
    the land's beloved one. Lustily took he
    banquet and beaker, battle-famed king.

    Through the hall then went the Helmings' Lady,
    to younger and older everywhere
    carried the cup, till come the moment
    when the ring-graced queen, the royal-hearted,
    to Beowulf bore the beaker of mead.
    She greeted the Geats' lord, God she thanked,
    in wisdom's words, that her will was granted,
    that at last on a hero her hope could lean
    for comfort in terrors. The cup he took,
    hardy-in-war, from Wealhtheow's hand,
    and answer uttered the eager-for-combat.
    Beowulf spake, bairn of Ecgtheow: --
    "This was my thought, when my thanes and I
    bent to the ocean and entered our boat,
    that I would work the will of your people
    fully, or fighting fall in death,
    in fiend's gripe fast. I am firm to do
    an earl's brave deed, or end the days
    of this life of mine in the mead-hall here."
    Well these words to the woman seemed,
    Beowulf's battle-boast. -- Bright with gold
    the stately dame by her spouse sat down.
    Again, as erst, began in hall
    warriors' wassail and words of power,
    the proud-band's revel, till presently
    the son of Healfdene hastened to seek
    rest for the night; he knew there waited
    fight for the fiend in that festal hall,
    when the sheen of the sun they saw no more,
    and dusk of night sank darkling nigh,
    and shadowy shapes came striding on,
    wan under welkin. The warriors rose.
    Man to man, he made harangue,
    Hrothgar to Beowulf, bade him hail,
    let him wield the wine hall: a word he added: --
    "Never to any man erst I trusted,
    since I could heave up hand and shield,
    this noble Dane-Hall, till now to thee.
    Have now and hold this house unpeered;
    remember thy glory; thy might declare;
    watch for the foe! No wish shall fail thee
    if thou bidest the battle with bold-won life." read more »

  • 98.
    A Dream

    Guid-Mornin' to our Majesty!
    May Heaven augment your blisses
    On ev'ry new birth-day ye see,
    A humble poet wishes. read more »

  • 99.

    Where true Love burns Desire is Love's pure flame;
    It is the reflex of our earthly frame,
    That takes its meaning from the nobler part, read more »

  • 100.
    The Devil's Walk. A Ballad

    Once, early in the morning, Beelzebub arose,
    With care his sweet person adorning, read more »

  • 101.
    A Bronze Head

    HERE at right of the entrance this bronze head,
    Human, superhuman, a bird's round eye,
    Everything else withered and mummy-dead. read more »

  • 102.
    Picture-Books in Winter

    Summer fading, winter comes--
    Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs,
    Window robins, winter rooks,
    And the picture story-books. read more »

  • 103.
    Youth And Manhood

    Another year! a short one, if it flow
    Like that just past,
    And I shall stand -- if years can make me so --
    A man at last. read more »

  • 104.
    Simon Lee: The Old Huntsman

    . With an incident in which he was concerned
    In the sweet shire of Cardigan,
    Not far from pleasant Ivor-hall,
    An old Man dwells, a little man,-- read more »

  • 105.
    Spirit Song Over The Waters

    THE soul of man
    Resembleth water:
    From heaven it cometh,
    To heaven it soareth. read more »

  • 106.
    At One O'Clock In The Morning

    Alone, at last! Not a sound to be heard but the rumbling of some belated and decrepit cabs. For a few hours
    we shall have silence, if not repose. At last the tyranny of the human face has disappeared, read more »

  • 107.
    Bed Sitter

    He stared at me with sad, hurt eyes,
    That drab, untidy man;
    And though my clients I despise
    I do the best I can read more »

  • 108.

    By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' eastward to the sea,
    There's a Burma girl a-settin', and I know she thinks o' me;
    For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the temple-bells they say:
    "Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay!" read more »

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