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Beowulf - An Anglo-Saxon Epic Poem by Unknown
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{The monster flees away to hide in the moors.}

The end of his earthly existence was nearing,
His life-days' limits. At last for the Danemen,
When the slaughter was over, their wish was accomplished.
The comer-from-far-land had cleansed then of evil,
35 Wise and valiant, the war-hall of Hrothgar,
Saved it from violence. He joyed in the night-work,
In repute for prowess; the prince of the Geatmen
For the East-Danish people his boast had accomplished,
Bettered their burdensome bale-sorrows fully,
40 The craft-begot evil they erstwhile had suffered
And were forced to endure from crushing oppression,
Their manifold misery. 'Twas a manifest token,

{Beowulf suspends Grendel's hand and arm in Heorot.}

When the hero-in-battle the hand suspended,
The arm and the shoulder (there was all of the claw
45 Of Grendel together) 'neath great-stretching hall-roof.

[1] It has been proposed to translate 'myrðe' by _with sorrow_; but
there seems no authority for such a rendering. To the present
translator, the phrase 'módes myrðe' seems a mere padding for
_gladly_; i.e., _he who gladly harassed mankind_.

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