BEOWULF

Hwæt! wē Gār-Dena      in gēar-dagum

        Hark! Of the Spear-Danes        in the yore-days 

þēod-cyninga        þrym gefrūnon,

        Of nation-kings,        of glory we have heard,

hū ðā æþelingas        ellen fremedon.

        How those princes        did daring deeds!

Oft Scyld Scēfing        sceaþena þrēatum,

        Oft did Scyld Scefing        from soldiers strong,

monegum mǣgþum        meodo-setla oftēah.

        From many men        make he off with their mead-benches.

Egsode eorl,        syððan ǣrest wearð

        He terrified many an earl,        since he wast from the first

fēa-sceaft funden;        hē þæs frōfre gebād,

        As a foundling found;        and so he abided in biding his time, 

wēox under wolcnum,        weorð-myndum þāh,

        Waxed he under the welkin,         world-wealth he won, 

oð þæt him ǣghwylc         þāra ymb-sittendra

        Until each and every one        of those his neighbor-wights

ofer hron-rāde        hȳran scolde,

        Over the whale-road        harkened to his will

gomban gyldan;    þæt wæs gōd cyning.

        And gave him gifts;        ah -- that was a good king!

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