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Ic
seah on bearwe beam hlifian,
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I saw a tree towering in the forest,
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tanum torhtne. Þæt
treow wæs on wynne,
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Bright with branches, a blooming wood,
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wudu weaxende. Wæter hine
ond eorþe
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Basking in joy. It
was nurtured by water,
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feddan fægre, oþþæt
he frod dagum
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Nursed by soil, till strong in years,
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on oþrum wearð aglachade
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Its fate snapped, turned savage--
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deope gedolgod, dumb in bendum,
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It suffered slash, rip, wound
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wriþen ofer wunda, wonnum
hyrstum
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Was stripped in misery, chained dumb,
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foran gefrætwed. Nu he fæcnum
weg
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Its body bound, its head wrapped
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þurh his heafdes mægen
hildegieste
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In iron trim. Now it muscles a
road
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oþrum rymeð. Oft hy
an yste strudon
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10 |
With head-might for another grim warrior--
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hord ætgædre; hræd
wæs ond unlæt
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Together
they plunder the hoard in a storm
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se æftera, gif se ærra
fær
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Of battle. The first warrior
swings
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genamnan in nearowe neþan
moste.
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Through dense threat, head-strong,
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While the second follows, fierce and swift.
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