Beowulf poem response

Beowulf poem response

The door quickly opened On fire-hinges fastened, when his fingers had touched it; The fell one had flung then-?his fury so bitter-? Open the entrance. Early thereafter The foeman trod the shining hall-pavement, Strode he angrily; from the eyes of him glimmered A luster unlovely Lilies to fire. He beheld in the hall the heroes in numbers, A circle of kinsmen sleeping together, A throng of thane: then his thoughts were exultant, He minded to sunder from each of the tenement life from his body, horrible memo, Ere morning came, since fate had allowed him The prospect of plenty.

Providence willed not To permit him any more of men under heaven To eat in the night-time. Highball’s kinsman Great sorrow endured how the dire-mooed creature In unlooked-for assaults were likely to bear him. No thought had the monster of deferring the matter, But on earliest occasion he quickly laid hold of A soldier asleep, suddenly tore him, Bit his bone-prison, the blood drank in currents, Swallowed in mouthfuls: he soon had the dead man’s Feet and hands, too, eaten entirely.

Nearer he strode then, the stout-hearted warrior Snatched as he slumbered, seizing with hand-grip, Forward the foeman fined with his hand; Caught he quickly the cunning deviser, On his elbow he rested. This early discovered 1 OFF ‘Neat the whole of the heavens, no hand-grapple greater In any man else had he ever encountered: Fearful in spirit, faint-mooed waxed he, Not off could betake him; death he was pondering, Would fly to his covert, seek the devils’ assembly: His calling no more was the same he had followed Long in his lifetime. The liege-kinsman worthy

Of Hegelian minded his speech of the evening, Stood he up straight and stoutly did seize him. His fingers crackled; the giant was outward, The earl stepped farther. The famous one minded To flee away farther, if he found an occasion, And off and away, avoiding delay, To fly to the fen-moors; he fully was ware of The strength of his grapple in the grip of the foeman. ‘Twats an ill-taken Journey that the injury-bringing, Harrying harmer to Horror wandered: The palace re-echoed; to all of the Demean, Dwellers in castles, to each of the bold ones,

Arleen, was terror. Angry they both were, Researchers raging. HYPERLINK “http://www. Gutenberg. Org/files/16328/16328-h/ 16328-h. HTML” l “XII. FENDED. 2” 2 Rattled the building; Twats a marvelous wonder that the wine-hall withstood then The bold-in-battle, bent not to earthward, Excellent earth-hall; but within and without it Was fastened so firmly in fetters of iron, By the art of the armored. Off from the sill there Bent mead-benches many, as men have informed me, Adorned with gold-work, where the grim ones did struggle.

The Scolding wise men need newer before That by might and main-strength a man under heaven Might break it in pieces, bone-decked, resplendent, Crush it by cunning, unless clutch of the fire In smoke should consume it. The sound mounted upward Novel enough; on the North Danes fastened A terror of anguish, on all of the men there Who heard from the wall the weeping and planning,The song of defeat from the foeman of heaven, Heard him hymns of horror howl, and his sorrow Hell-bound bewailing. He held him too firmly Who was strongest of main-strength of men of that era.