Beowulf 59Helping my kinsman (my strength overtaxing):
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Literature · Poetry
Beowulf 59
Helping my kinsman (my strength overtaxing):
HallEnglish
He waxed the weaker when with weapon I smote on
My mortal opponent, the fire less strongly
Flamed from his bosom. Too few of protectors
Came round the king at the critical moment.
{Gift-giving is over with your people: the ring-lord is dead.}
