English Masterpieces, Volumen1P. Owen, 1957 |
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... Grendel called , March -stalker huge , the moors he roamed . The joyless creature had kept long time . The lonely fen , the lairs of monsters , Cast out from men , an exile accurst . The killing of Abel , on offspring of Cain Was justly ...
... Grendel called , March -stalker huge , the moors he roamed . The joyless creature had kept long time . The lonely fen , the lairs of monsters , Cast out from men , an exile accurst . The killing of Abel , on offspring of Cain Was justly ...
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... Grendel hath brought me with bitter hate , The havoc he wrought in my ranks in the hall . My war - band dwindles , driven by Wyrd Into Grendel's grasp ; but God may easily End this monster's mad career . Full often they boasted , my ...
... Grendel hath brought me with bitter hate , The havoc he wrought in my ranks in the hall . My war - band dwindles , driven by Wyrd Into Grendel's grasp ; but God may easily End this monster's mad career . Full often they boasted , my ...
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... GRENDEL'S DAM TO AVENGE HER SON Then sank they to sleep , but sorely paid One poor wretch for his rest that night . The same thing fell , as in former days When Grendel his raids on the gold - hall made , Before the fiend had found his ...
... GRENDEL'S DAM TO AVENGE HER SON Then sank they to sleep , but sorely paid One poor wretch for his rest that night . The same thing fell , as in former days When Grendel his raids on the gold - hall made , Before the fiend had found his ...
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1425 | 3 |
MIDDLE ENGLISH LITERATURE | 58 |
GEOFFREY CHAUCER | 97 |
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1st Shep 2nd Shep 3rd Shep beauty Ben Jonson Beowulf called Chaucer court dead dear death doth earth Ecgtheow English eyes fair father fear frier give glory gold grace green Grendel hand hath head Healfdene heard heart Heaven Hell Heorot hero honor Hrothgar Hygelac Iliad John Johnson Jutes king King Arthur knight lady leave live look Lord Lord Randal Majesty mind morning mother nature never noble o'er Ovid poem poet poetry praise prince Queen quoth Robin Hood round Scyldings shal sing Sir Bedivere Sir Gawain Sir Lucan Sir Mordred song soon soul sweet sword tell thee ther thine things thou hast thought took tree twa sisters unto verse whan wife wolde words