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Wiht
cwom æfter wege wrætlicu liþan;
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An awesome beauty angled the wave;
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cymlic from ceole cleopode to
londe,
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The deep-throated creature called to land,
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hlinsade hlude-- hleahtor wæs
gryrelic,
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Laughed loud-lingering, struck terror
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egesful on earde Ecge wæron
scearpe.
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Home to men. Her blades honed
sharp,
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Wæs hio hetegrim, hilde
to sæne,
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5 |
She was slow to battle but battle-grim,
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5 |
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biter beadoweorca Bordweallas grof,
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Savage wound-worker. The
slaughterer
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heardhiþende. Heterune
bond!
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Struck ship-walls, carried a curse.
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sægde
searocræftig ymb hyre sylfre gesceaft:
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The
cunning creature said of herself:
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"Is min modor mægða cynnes
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"My mother, who comes
from the kind of women
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þæs deorestan, þæt
is dohtor min
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10 |
Dearest and best, is my daughter grown
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10 |
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eacen
uploden, swa þæt is ældum
cuþ,
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Great and pregnant; so is it known to
men
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firum on folce, þæt
seo on foldan sceal
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On earth that she shall come and stand
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on ealra londa gehwam lissum stondan."
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Gracefully on the ground in every land."
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iddle
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