Beowulf

sole on the seas, a suckling child.

High o'er his head they hoist the standard,

a gold-wove banner; let billows take him,

gave him to ocean. Grave were their spirits,

mournful their mood. No man is able

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Din rose in hall. soon as my purpose was plain to him, war-gear in readiness; wonder seized him to play the hero and hazard my being