The Tale of Beowulf
rothgar the helm
iend mine, for b
is kindly hast s
father the mos
was he forsooth
ylfings. The fo
dread that while
seek to the folk
llow, to the Scyld
wielding the weal
holding in youth
e heroes. Dead t
brethren; un
bairn that was
n thereafter with
lfing folk over
time; he swore
mind that need
oms, of Grend
art, and he wit
framed; the host
s waned; Weird
ndel. It is God no
doltish from dee
they boasted with
battle all ove
e beer-hall wou
endel with the
mead-hall in the t
gore-stain'd when d
the benches with b
h sword-gore: of
oughty, for them
feast and unbind
nto men as the min
Geat-folk and t
r-hall a bench b
t-hearted hied
ight: a thane mi
pbare an ale-
er mead; whiles
art-hall; joy
little of Danes