more graciously gathered round giver-of-rings! of that foul worm first came forth from the cave. Uprose the mighty one, ringed with his men. Full well they wist that on warriors many. against harassing terror to try their hand. that the slayer-of-souls would succor give them. The Beowulf dragon is the earliest example in literature of the typical European dragon and first incidence of a fire-breathing dragon. Already have an account? — The smoke by the sky was devoured. In this metaphor, Juliet is compared to the sun. had been felled, the feud was unfelt by Onela. Hrethric and Hrothmund, with heroes’ bairns. Afresh, as before, for the famed-in-battle, for the band of the hall, was a banquet dight. which some earl forgotten, in ancient years. Or, clearing the history of your visits to the site. 'The Beowulf', they said, 'is hardly an affair of yours, and not in any case a protégé that you could be proud of. and shame. In swimming he topped thee. with black thoughts welled, as his wont was never. Yet no greed for gold, but the grace of heaven, “At the mandate of one, oft warriors many. ‘Tis plain that for prowess, not plunged into exile, for high-hearted valor, Hrothgar ye seek!”. breastplate and board, till his bairn had grown. she proffered the warriors. — Their ocean-keel boarding. Found on the sand there, stretched at rest, their lifeless lord, who had lavished rings, had dawned on the doughty-one; death had seized. On the hall-guest she hurled herself, hent her short sword. when the ruler of Geats in rush of battle, by brands down-beaten. Under mountain stream. broke through the breast-hoard. with a saddle all shining and set in jewels; ‘twas the battle-seat of the best of kings, when to play of swords the son of Healfdene. It is an historical document. Grendel’s head, where the henchmen were drinking. when Hun with “Lafing,” the light-of-battle. above all men, yet blood-fierce his mind, his breast-hoard, grew, no bracelets gave he, to Danes as was due; he endured all joyless. the splendid leader. She greeted the Geats’ lord, God she thanked. then edge of the sword must seal his doom. o’er war-steeds and weapons: wished him joy of them. and surges swallowed that shepherd of gems. In its barrow it trusted. racked with plagues, who should rob their hoard. The high-born queen. So the helmet-of-Weders. what manner of sojourn the Sea-Geats made. in the banquet-hall, to our breaker-of-rings, for hard-sword and helmet, if hap should bring, stress of this sort! through days of warfare this world endures! the blade’s fell blow, to bairn of Hygelac; and gift-seat’s master. Then the haven-of-heroes, Healfdene’s son. slain by the sword: at the slaughter they fell. its battling and bulwarks: that boast was vain! Then she turned to the seat where her sons were placed. Then they bore him over to ocean’s billow. of men and women the wine-hall to cleanse, the guest-room to garnish. from that merry journey, and many a youth. stalwart and stately. for the warrior’s wayfaring wise men mourned. Time had now flown; afloat was the ship. hard and ring-decked, Heathobard’s treasure. Now it passed into power of the people’s king. Now God be thanked, which we fought on the field where full too many. He, swiftly banished. had purged it anew. their sovran king. Din filled the room; the Danes were bereft. Him seems too little what long he possessed. that some one of mortals had searched his treasure. most excellent seemed. It fell, as he ordered. the sea-wood he sought, and, sailor proved. stricken by spears; ‘twas a sorrowful woman! home of Scyldings. Thus had the dread-one by daring achieved. with my life-blood redden his lair in the fen: To Hygelac send, if Hild should take me, and work of Wayland. lay felled in fight, nor, fain of its treasure. he gave to the king. once more; and by peril was pressed again. — “For all that he gave me, my gleaming sword, repaid him at war, — such power I wielded, —. Through marriage, Hildeburh helps to forge a connection between tribes. which masters his might, and the murderer nears. with his father’s friends, by fee and gift. he bore with him over the beaker-of-waves. Referrer URL (if available): (none) by the water had waited and watched afar. To me seated secure, for those ruthless raids, unresting I suffered. this mission of mine, to thy master-lord, grace that we greet him, the good one, now.”. earl far-honored, this heirloom precious, seek doom of glory, or Death shall take me.”, closed o’er the hero. this hoard-hold of heroes. gay with gold, where the grim foes wrestled. And since, by them. heirloom old. East-Danes’ king, that your kin he knows. as well as the giants that warred with God. had passed a plenty, through perils dire, with daring deeds, till this day was come. with strenuous hands the sea-streets measured. By war were swept, too, in the parleying-place he could ply no longer. — That was proudest of feasts; flowed wine for the warriors. water ‘neath welkin, with war-blood stained. Beowulf Translation by Seamus Heaney So. had passed in peace to the prince’s mind. by kinsman for kinsman, with clash of sword. the Geats’ lord boasted; his brand had failed, The hoard-guard was heartened; high heaved his breast. Then Beowulf bade them bear the treasure. for the gleaming blade that its glory fell. No good hawk now. for the last time greeting his liegemen dear. the man who wrought him such wrong in sleep. e’en feet and hands. For princes potent, who placed the gold. broad and brown-edged, the bairn to avenge. — and I fought with that brand. and wielded the war-place on Withergild’s fall. The blaze stood high. could you dissuade, from swimming the main. steel-edged and stiff. robbed them of life and a liegeman’s joys. In the grave on the hill a hoard it guarded. no hero ‘neath heaven, — who harbored that freight! — though in buffet of battle thou brave hast been, in struggle grim, — if Grendel’s approach, thou darst await through the watch of night!”. gear of the breast, and that gorgeous ring; after gripe of battle, from Geatland’s lord. —, the grace of The Wielder! His night-work pleased him. till he found in a flash the forested hill. haste o’er the billows; nor him I abandoned. done to death and dragged on the headland. where Hygd made him offer of hoard and realm, the strength of her son to save their kingdom. shall burn with the warrior. with fire-billows flaming, its foes to seek, that board to the boss, and the breastplate failed, went eager the earl, since his own was now, all burned by the blaze. Heorogar was dead. — ‘Twas a lord unpeered. Then for the third time thought on its feud. in his wanton mood, of weapons recks not; must I front the fiend and fight for life. Oft minstrels sang. “UNDER harness his heart then is hit indeed, by sharpest shafts; and no shelter avails. and my blood-covered body he’ll bear as prey. For now prone he saw. when first I was ruling the folk of Danes. Here find thy lesson! His hoard-of-bliss. Straight to the strand his steed he rode. the king and conqueror covered with blood. Gruesome march. the hoard and the stronghold, heroes’ land. Then was song and glee. the worm, o’er the wall for the wave to take. his heart-waves stilled. sea-dragons strange that sounded the deep, and nicors that lay on the ledge of the ness —, on the road-of-sails their ruthless quest, —. in mail of battle, and marched to the hall. and leal in love to the lord of warriors. Occasionally a deviation has been made, but always for what seemed good and sufficient … such as once they waged, from war refrain. when once had been traced the trail of the fiend. The folk’s own fastness that fiery dragon, with flame had destroyed, and the stronghold all. how they bore o’er the gangway glittering shields. of wire-gold and jewels; a jealous warden. The land thou knowst not. Despite his noble lineage… That guardian of gold he should grapple not, urged we. my strength had been lost had the Lord not shielded me. No harbor shall hide her — heed my promise! that him no blade of the brave could touch. Then about that barrow the battle-keen rode. Occasionally, the website mis-applies a block from a previous visitor. by wrath and lying his life should reave! when the folk of Geats for the first time sought. Be glad with thy Geats; of those gifts be mindful. The hand lies low. and lending thee might when thou lackest men. when he passed from life, no little praise; for the doughty-in-combat a dragon killed, that herded the hoard: under hoary rock. He was for Hrothgar of heroes the dearest. Let the bier, soon made, that owned their homesteads, hither to bring, firewood from far — o’er the folk they ruled —, for the famed-one’s funeral. of the sweets of the world! They were easy to find who elsewhere sought. From the creators of SparkNotes, something better. -- but since the horse and the youth appear in the same half-line, Tolkien's rendering "rider" is very hard to resist.) wealth of the world that I wield as mine! for hands to bedeck it, and dense was the throng. blow nerved by hate. and had thought their sovran’s son would thrive. the Waegmunding name. as the giants had wrought it, ready and keen. he sought, and the struggle; himself knew not. that men their master-friend mightily laud. to the folk and fastness that fostered them. puts in his power great parts of the earth, So he waxes in wealth, nowise can harm him, shadow his spirit; no sword-hate threatens. — That warden of gold, o’er the ground went seeking, greedy to find. Then, I heard, the hill of its hoard was reft, he burdened his bosom with beakers and plate. that blazing serpent. In 100 Side Hustles, best-selling author of The $100 Startup Chris Guillebeau presents a colorful "idea book" filled with inspiration for your next big idea. nay, sad in spirit and shorn of her gold. THAT battle-toil bade he at burg to announce. in wisdom’s words, that her will was granted, that at last on a hero her hope could lean, “This was my thought, when my thanes and I, that I would work the will of your people, of this life of mine in the mead-hall here.”, Beowulf’s battle-boast. gold-friend of Geats. for bond of peace. from the prince’s thane. to high-seat hastened and Hrothgar greeted. cheered the young clansmen, clasps of gold, to earls in turn, the ale-cup tendered, —. and of hides assigned him seven thousand, with house and high-seat. of buildings the best, in brand-waves melted, that gift-throne of Geats. with strength of stroke all swords he wielded. These started away. [ Back to text ] in his final feud, ‘neath the fighting-mask, dearest of blades, when the Danish slew him. battle-sark, bore ‘neath the barrow’s roof. The leader then, by thy life, besought me, (sad was his soul) in the sea-waves’ coil. of houses ‘neath heaven, where Hrothgar lived. Went then to greet him, and God they thanked. There was a clash of mail And a thresh of gear. The fight is not yours. sought him o’er seas, the sons of Ohtere. since athelings all, through the earl’s great prowess. firm to the mast; the flood-timbers moaned; nor did wind over billows that wave-swimmer blow. never had Grendel these grim deeds wrought. sorrows in soul for that sharer of rings, this is hardest of heart-bales. across from her course. his breast’s wild billows he banned in vain; burned in his blood. from strife with the hero to seek their homes! one brother the other, with bloody shaft. The doughty atheling. in danger of life, to the dragon’s hoard. The present work is a modest effort to reproduce approximately, in modern measures, the venerable epic, Beowulf. that of these folk-horrors fewer she wrought. From his bosom fled. No longer I tarry. though sturdy their steel: they steaded him nought. Almighty they knew not, to fiery embraces; — nor favor nor change. nobly our youths, if thou yield up first. and hear him in hall. as heirloom of Eanmund earth-dwellers knew it. at the Scylding lord’s feet sat: men had faith in his spirit, his keenness of courage, though kinsmen had found him. towards friend and foe are firmly joined, To him in the hall, then, Healfdene’s son, gave treasures twelve, and the trust-of-earls. ‘Twas their custom so. death-shadow dark, and dogged them still. stealthily shooting the shafts from his bow! Then glad rose the revel; from their “wonder-vats” wine. he had passed a-plenty, and perils of war. Such held themselves, Thus ruled unrighteous and raged his fill. 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