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Topic: Epic Literature

XLIII.: OF THE BURIAL OF BEOWULF. - Beowulf, The Tale of Beowulf, sometime King of the Folk of the Weder Geats [750 AD]

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The Tale of Beowulf, sometime King of the Folk of the Weder Geats, trans. William Morris and A.J. Wyatt (London: Longmans, Green, and Co., 1910).

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XLIII.

OF THE BURIAL OF BEOWULF.

  • FOR him then they geared, the folk of the Geats,
  • A pile on the earth all unweaklike that was,
  • With war-helms behung, and with boards of the battle,
  • And bright byrnies, e’en after the boon that he bade.
  • Laid down then amidmost their king mighty-famous
  • The warriors lamenting, the lief lord of them.
  • Began on the burg of bale-fires the biggest
  • The warriors to waken: the wood-reek went up
  • Swart over the smoky glow, sound of the flame
  • Bewound with the weeping (the wind-blending stilled),
  • Until it at last the bone-house had broken
  • Hot at the heart. All unglad of mind
  • With mood-care they mourned their own liege lord’s quelling.
  • Likewise a sad lay the wife of aforetime
  • For Beowulf the king, with her hair all up-bounden,
  • Sang sorrow-careful; said oft and over
  • That harm-days for herself in hard wise she dreaded,
  • The slaughter-falls many, much fear of the warrior,
  • The shaming and bondage. Heaven swallow’d the reek.
  • Wrought there and fashion’d the folk of the Weders
  • A howe on the lithe, that high was and broad,
  • Unto the wave-farers wide to be seen:
  • Then it they betimber’d in time of ten days,
  • The battle-strong’s beacon; the brands’ very leavings
  • They bewrought with a wall in the worthiest of ways,
  • That men of all wisdom might find how to work.
  • Into burg then they did the rings and bright sun-gems,
  • And all such adornments as in the hoard there
  • The war-minded men had taken e’en now;
  • The earls’ treasures let they the earth to be holding,
  • Gold in the grit, wherein yet it liveth,
  • As useless to men-folk as ever it erst was.
  • Then round the howe rode the deer of the battle,
  • The bairns of the athelings, twelve were they in all.
  • Their care would they mourn, and bemoan them their king,
  • The word-lay would they utter and over the man speak:
  • They accounted his earlship and mighty deeds done,
  • And doughtily deem’d them; as due as it is
  • That each one his friend-lord with words should belaud,
  • And love in his heart, whenas forth shall he
  • Away from the body be fleeting at last.
  • In such wise they grieved, the folk of the Geats,
  • For the fall of their lord, e’en they his hearth-fellows;
  • Quoth they that he was a world-king forsooth,
  • The mildest of all men, unto men kindest,
  • To his folk the most gentlest, most yearning of fame.

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