The Virtual Pub
Come Inside... => The Snug => Topic started by: Nick on November 01, 2007, 11:07:29 AM
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Neb wæs min on nearwe, ond ic neoþan wætre,
I was locked in a narrow nest,
flode underflowen, firgenstreamum
My beak bound below the water
swiþe besuncen, ond on sunde awox
In a dark dive; the sea surged
ufan yþum þeaht, anum getenge
Where my wings woke -- my body quickened
liþendum wuda lice mine.
5 From the clutch of wave and wandering wood.
5
Hæfde feorh cwico, þa ic of fæðmum cwom
Born black, streaked white, I rise
brimes ond beames on blacum hrægle;
From the womb of waves on the wind's back,
sume wæron hwite hyrste mine,
Sailing over seals' bath. Who am I?
þa mec lifgende lyft upp ahof,
wind of wæge, siþþan wide bær
10
ofer seolhbaþo. Saga hwæt ic hatte.
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Neb wæs min on nearwe, ond ic neoþan wætre,
I was locked in a narrow nest,
flode underflowen, firgenstreamum
My beak bound below the water
swiþe besuncen, ond on sunde awox
In a dark dive; the sea surged
ufan yþum þeaht, anum getenge
Where my wings woke -- my body quickened
liþendum wuda lice mine.
5 From the clutch of wave and wandering wood.
5
Hæfde feorh cwico, þa ic of fæðmum cwom
Born black, streaked white, I rise
brimes ond beames on blacum hrægle;
From the womb of waves on the wind's back,
sume wæron hwite hyrste mine,
Sailing over seals' bath. Who am I?
þa mec lifgende lyft upp ahof,
wind of wæge, siþþan wide bær
10
ofer seolhbaþo. Saga hwæt ic hatte.
Grendel?
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No