nferth that bair

the feet of the lo

attle-rune; was

d mere-farer, m

grudg'd it of

more mighty the

er heaven than

eowulf who won

ea contending

ride's sake searc

lt's cry int

ur life-days? No m

e he, might lay

ourney, when on

an-stream ye with

reets, there your

e glided; the sea w

winter. Ye twain

swink'd. He outdi

his might; but hi

emes' land the

sought he to his d

ople sought the la

ce-warding, where

ld rings. What to t

or thee soothly h

hee things worse

e war-race wert e

, if thou herei

a while of time

ake out, the Ec

few of things, O

with beer, about

s journey; so the

the more migh

n wave more th

uoth it, while yet

tween us, the twa

s, that we out o

dventure; and e'e

aked, when on th

as we twain agains

warding us. N

the sea-flood af

olm, nor would I

ogether, we w

till us twain the f

waves. Then the c

night and the wind

gainst us, rough gro

s then was the mo

nst the loathly t

hand-lock'd, wa

braided, it l

th gold. But me to

-scather; fast

n grip: yet to

e, the monster, with

he battle, and th

east through the