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Beowulf

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LO, praise of the prowess of people-kings
of spear-armed Danes, in days long sped,
we have heard, and what honor the athelings won!
Oft Scyld the Scefing from squadroned foes,
from many a tribe, the mead-bench tore,
awing the earls. Since erst he lay
friendless, a foundling, fate repaid him:
for he waxed under welkin, in wealth he throve,
till before him the folk, both far and near,
who house by the whale-path, heard his mandate,

gave him gifts: a good king he!
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Jacob Clark 25 February 2012

Is this an English translation of a translation by Baudelaire? Because Beowulf was not written by Baudelaire.

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