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Beowulf: An Anglo-Saxon Epic Poem - Unknown ยท 76 words

Beowulf: An Anglo-Saxon Epic Poem - Unknown

30 Came to my manor, grief after joyance, When Grendel became my constant visitor, Inveterate hater. I from that malice Continually travailed with trouble no little. Thanks be to God that I gained in my lifetime, 35 To the Lord everlasting, to look on the gory Head with mine eyes, after long lasting sorrow. Go to the bench now, battle adornd Joy in the feasting. of jewels in common Well meet with many when morning appeareth.

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