Meet us on:
Welcome to Read Print! Sign in with
or
to get started!
 
Entire Site
    Try our fun game

    Dueling book covers…may the best design win!

    Random Quote
    "Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting with the gift of speech."
     

    Subscribe to Our Newsletter

    Follow us on Twitter

    Never miss a good book again! Follow Read Print on Twitter

    IV

    • Rate it:
    • Average Rating: 4.0 out of 5 based on 2 ratings
    • 2 Favorites on Read Print
    Launch Reading Mode Next Page
    Page 1 of 2
    Previous Chapter
    To him the stateliest spake in answer;
    the warriors' leader his word-hoard unlocked: --
    "We are by kin of the clan of Geats,
    and Hygelac's own hearth-fellows we.
    To folk afar was my father known,
    noble atheling, Ecgtheow named.
    Full of winters, he fared away
    aged from earth; he is honored still
    through width of the world by wise men all.
    To thy lord and liege in loyal mood
    we hasten hither, to Healfdene's son,
    people-protector: be pleased to advise us!
    To that mighty-one come we on mickle errand,
    to the lord of the Danes; nor deem I right
    that aught be hidden. We hear -- thou knowest
    if sooth it is -- the saying of men,
    that amid the Scyldings a scathing monster,
    dark ill-doer, in dusky nights
    shows terrific his rage unmatched,
    hatred and murder. To Hrothgar I
    in greatness of soul would succor bring,
    so the Wise-and-Brave[1] may worst his foes, --
    if ever the end of ills is fated,
    of cruel contest, if cure shall follow,
    and the boiling care-waves cooler grow;
    else ever afterward anguish-days
    he shall suffer in sorrow while stands in place
    high on its hill that house unpeered!"
    Astride his steed, the strand-ward answered,
    clansman unquailing: "The keen-souled thane
    must be skilled to sever and sunder duly
    words and works, if he well intends.
    I gather, this band is graciously bent
    to the Scyldings' master. March, then, bearing
    weapons and weeds the way I show you.
    I will bid my men your boat meanwhile
    to guard for fear lest foemen come, --
    your new-tarred ship by shore of ocean
    faithfully watching till once again
    it waft o'er the waters those well-loved thanes,
    -- winding-neck'd wood, -- to Weders' bounds,
    heroes such as the hest of fate
    shall succor and save from the shock of war."
    They bent them to march, -- the boat lay still,
    fettered by cable and fast at anchor,
    broad-bosomed ship. -- Then shone the boars[2]
    over the cheek-guard; chased with gold,
    keen and gleaming, guard it kept
    o'er the man of war, as marched along
    heroes in haste, till the hall they saw,
    broad of gable and bright with gold:
    that was the fairest, 'mid folk of earth,
    of houses 'neath heaven, where Hrothgar lived,
    and the gleam of it lightened o'er lands afar.

    The sturdy shieldsman showed that bright
    burg-of-the-boldest; bade them go
    straightway thither; his steed then turned,
    hardy hero, and hailed them thus: --
    "Tis time that I fare from you. Father Almighty
    in grace and mercy guard you well,
    safe in your seekings. Seaward I go,
    'gainst hostile warriors hold my watch."

    [1] Hrothgar.

    [2] Beowulf's helmet has several boar-images on it; he is the "man of
    Next Page
    Page 1 of 2
    Previous Chapter
    If you're writing a Anonymous essay and need some advice, post your Anonymous essay question on our Facebook page where fellow bookworms are always glad to help!

    Top 5 Authors

    Top 5 Books

    Book Status
    Finished
    Want to read
    Abandoned

    Are you sure you want to leave this group?