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Ic
seah in healle hring gyldenne
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I saw heart-strong, mind-sharp men
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men sceawian, modum gleawe,
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Gazing in a hall at a golden ring.
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ferþþum frode. Friþospede
bæd
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Who turned the ring prayed to God
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god nergende gæste sinum
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For abiding peace, the hall guests'
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se þe wende wriþan;
word æfter cwæð
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5 |
Grace. The bright circle
of gold
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hring on hyrede, hælend
nemde
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Spoke the name of the savior of good
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tillfremmendra. Him torhte in gemynd
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Men to the gathering, proclaimed to the
eye
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his dryhtnes naman dumba brohte
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And mind of man the most glorious token,
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ond in eagna gesihð, gif þæs
æþelan
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Spoke though dumb of the suffering king
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goldes tacen ongietan cuþe
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10 |
To all who could see in its bodied wounds
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ond dryhtnes dolg, don swa þæs
beages
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The hard carving of Christ. An
unfulfilled
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benne cwædon. Ne mæg þære
bene
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Prayer has no power in heaven; the dark
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æniges monnes ungefullodre
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Soul will not find the city of saints,
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godes ealdorburg gæst gesecan,
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The throne of power, the camp of God.
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rodera ceastre. Ræde, se þe
wille,
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15 |
Let
the man who knows how the wounds
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hu ðæs wrætlican
wunda cwæden
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Of the strange ring spoke as it passed
round
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hringes to hæleþum,
þa he in healle wæs
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The hall-twisting, turning in the hands
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wylted ond wended wloncra folmum.
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Of proud men---explain the riddle.
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