the winter's tale translation
The sea upbore me. of precious treasure. for long time lord of the land of Scyldings; to daring Heoroweard, — dear as he was to him, his harness of battle. battle-sark, bore ‘neath the barrow’s roof. Full well they wist that on warriors many. to the son of Ecglaf, the sword bade him take. that war-horn’s blast. Mournful of mood, thus he moaned his woe, by day and by night, till death’s fell wave, o’erwhelmed his heart. a biting blade by his breastplate hanging. With sorrow one bought, his rest of the evening, — as ofttime had happened. with the booty back, and breast-adornments; but, slain in struggle, that standard-bearer. in Heorot Grendel with hate hath wrought. The dragon they cast. straightway thither; his steed then turned, “Tis time that I fare from you. wealth of the world that I wield as mine! No good hawk now. on the breast of the bark their bright array. on its willing way, the well-braced craft. for lordly treasure: with land he entrusted me. and made our boast, — we were merely boys. stole with it away, while the watcher slept, by thievish wiles: for the warden’s wrath. He bound to the beach the broad-bosomed ship. Famed was this Beowulf: far flew the boast of him. So slumbered the stout-heart. hosts to our heart: thou hast harbored us well. countless quite! Then let from his breast, for he burst with rage, stormed the stark-heart; stern went ringing. By entering your email address you agree to receive emails from Sparknotes and verify that you are over the age of 13. him who with Hrothgar the homestead ruled. — The smoke by the sky was devoured. for horror of fighting feared to hold him. thou art famed among folk both far and near, his windy walls. in the courts no wassail, as once was heard. from blood of the fight, in battle-droppings, war-blade, to wane: ‘twas a wondrous thing, Nor took from that dwelling the duke of the Geats. fell, atheling brave. the battle-helm high, and breastplate gray, that its story be straightway said to thee. that Freawaru’s thane, for his father’s deed. “Of force in fight no feebler I count me. But soon he marked. nay, sad in spirit and shorn of her gold. of wire-gold and jewels; a jealous warden. could you dissuade, from swimming the main. yet the hero upheld him with helpful words, he wielded the Weder-Geats. no hero ‘neath heaven, — who harbored that freight! linden-thane loved, the lord of Scylfings. but for pressure of peril, some prince’s thane. In realm of sea. No longer I tarry. “Have mind, thou honored offspring of Healfdene. Then the haven-of-heroes, Healfdene’s son. Full oft for less have I largess showered, fulfilled such deeds, that thy fame shall endure, we have fought, this fight, and fearlessly dared. Time had now flown; afloat was the ship. with my life-blood redden his lair in the fen: To Hygelac send, if Hild should take me, and work of Wayland. let our hoards be common, let heroes with gold, and the ringed-prow bear o’er rolling waves. safely sought, where since she prospered. the lives of loved ones. Sometimes he worked from the stories of comparatively recent Italian writers, such as Giovanni Boccaccio—using both well-known stories (Romeo and Juliet, Much Ado About Nothing) and little … sovran’s daughter: three steeds he added. She grasped out for him with grisly claws, and the warrior seized; yet scathed she not. Beowulf spake, sage and sad, as he stared at the gold. East-Danes’ king, that your kin he knows. Gruesome march. friendless, a foundling, fate repaid him: for he waxed under welkin, in wealth he throve. of treacherous spirits. of houses ‘neath heaven, where Hrothgar lived. whom she killed on his couch, a clansman famous. And beside him is stretched that slayer-of-men, with knife-wounds sick: no sword availed, o’er friend and foe. Then wound up to welkin the wildest of death-fires. Such held themselves, Thus ruled unrighteous and raged his fill. The folk’s own fastness that fiery dragon, with flame had destroyed, and the stronghold all. shield-fighter sturdy, for sleeping yearned. flashing with fretwork. Warden of treasure. those savage hall-guards: the house resounded. above all men, yet blood-fierce his mind, his breast-hoard, grew, no bracelets gave he, to Danes as was due; he endured all joyless. Old men together. of feud was mindful, nor flinched from the death-blow. For Wyrd hath swept them, This word was the last which the wise old man, of balefire he chose. In its barrow it trusted. best blade; the dragon died in its blood. — That was proudest of feasts; flowed wine for the warriors. by wrath and lying his life should reave! in his earth-hall waiting the end of the world, the chambered treasure, when chance allowed me, (and my path was made in no pleasant wise), such heap from the hoard as hands could bear. O’er the roof of the helmet high, a ridge. blow nerved by hate. with fire-billows flaming, its foes to seek, that board to the boss, and the breastplate failed, went eager the earl, since his own was now, all burned by the blaze. alive, where he left him, the lord of Weders, So he carried the load. While Antigonus is gone, the answer comes from Delphi—Hermione and Polixenes are innocent, and Leontes will have no heir until his lost daughter is found. Well have they cause to rejoice full oft, have I heard under heaven! less doughty in swimming whom death had seized. Din filled the room; the Danes were bereft. Long-tried king. thronging threatened. Florizel pretends to be on a diplomatic mission from his father, but his cover is blown when Polixenes and Camillo, too, arrive in Sicilia. he would all allot that the Lord had sent him. they lauded at length. THAT way he went with no will of his own. 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