UP and spoke the bonny mermaid,
Wi the comb and the glass in her hand;
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A CUP she gave him, with kindly greeting
and winsome words. Of wounden gold,
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THEN hastened those heroes their home to see,
friendless, to find the Frisian land,
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AND the lord of earls, to each that came
with Beowulf over the briny ways,
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THERE was hurry and hest in Heorot now
for hands to bedeck it, and dense was the throng
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HROTHGAR spake, -- to the hall he went,
stood by the steps, the steep roof saw,
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MANY at morning, as men have told me,
warriors gathered the gift-hall round,
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BEOWULF spake, bairn of Ecgtheow: --
"Have mind, thou honored offspring of Healfdene
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'MID the battle-gear saw he a blade triumphant,
old-sword of Eotens, with edge of proof,
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BEOWULF spake, bairn of Ecgtheow: --
"Lo, now, this sea-booty, son of Healfdene,
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"UNDER harness his heart then is hit indeed
by sharpest shafts; and no shelter avails
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BEOWULF spake, bairn of Ecgtheow: --
"Lo, we seafarers say our will,
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CAME now to ocean the ever-courageous
hardy henchmen, their harness bearing,
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HASTENED the hardy one, henchmen with him,
sandy strand of the sea to tread
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"So held this king to the customs old,
that I wanted for nought in the wage I gained,
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To him the stateliest spake in answer;
the warriors' leader his word-hoard unlocked: --
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STONE-BRIGHT the street: it showed the way
to the crowd of clansmen. Corselets glistened
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Foweles in the frith,
The fisses in the flod,
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Late at e'en, drinking the wine,
And ere they paid the lawing,
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Hearken to me, gentlemen,
Come and you shall heare;
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The rain rins doun through Mirry-land toune,
Sae dois it doune the Pa:
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A Celuy que pluys eyme en mounde,
Of alle tho that I have founde
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Wynter wakeneth al my care,
Nou thise leves waxeth bare;
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Iesu, swete sone dere!
On porful bed list thou here,
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Of on that is so fayr and bright
\Velut maris stella,\
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Lestenyt, lordynges, both elde and yinge,
How this rose began to sprynge;
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In somer when the shawes be sheyne,
And leves be large and long,
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I sing of a maiden
That is makeles;
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Lully, lully; lully, lulley;
The fawcon hath born my mak away.
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In a valley of this restles mind
I sought in mountain and in mead,
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