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Ic
eom weorð werum, wide funden,
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I am man's treasure, taken from the woods,
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brungen of bearwum ond of burghleoþum,
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Cliff-sides, hill-slopes, valleys, downs;
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of denum ond of dunum. Dæges
mec wægun
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By day wings bear me in the buzzing air,
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feþre on lifte, feredon
mid liste
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Slip me under a sheltering roof-sweet
craft.
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under hrofes hleo. Hæleð
mec siþþan
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Soon a man bears me to a tub. Bathed,
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baþedan in bydene. Nu ic eom
bindere
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I am binder and scourge of men, bring
down
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ond swingere, sona weorpe
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The young, ravage the old, sap strength.
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esne to eorþan, hwilum
ealdne ceorl.
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Soon he discovers who wrestles with me
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Sona
þæt onfindeð, se þe mec fehð ongean,
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My fierce body-rush-I roll fools
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ond wið mægenþisan
minre genæsteð,
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10 |
Flush on the ground. Robbed
of strength,
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þæt he hrycge sceal
hrusan secan,
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Reckless of speech, a man knows no power
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gif he unrædes ær
ne geswiceð,
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Over hands, feet, mind. Who am I who bind
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strengo bistolen, strong on spræce,
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Men on middle-earth, blinding with rage
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mægene binumen-- nah his
modes geweald,
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And such savage blows that dazed
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fota ne folma. Frige hwæt
ic hatte,
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Fools
know my dark power by daylight?
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ðe on eorþan swa esnas
binde,
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dole æfter dyntum be dæges
leohte.
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