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Beowulf: An Anglo-Saxon Epic Poem - Unknown ยท 47 words
His breast armor woven bode on his shoulder; It guarded his life, the entrance defended 75 Gainst sword point and edges. Ecgtheows son there Had fatally journeyed, champion of Geatmen, In the arms of the ocean, had the armor not given, Close woven corslet, comfort and succor,
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