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Beowulf: An Anglo-Saxon Epic Poem - Unknown ยท 43 words
There the spirit of schere, agd adviser, 90 Was ready to vanish; nor when morn had lightened Were they anywise suffered to consume him with fire, Folk of the Danemen, the death weakened hero, Nor the belovd liegeman to lay on the pyre;
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