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Ic
weox þær ic s[ . . .] [ . . . . . . ]
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We stood, tall hard twins, my brother
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[ . . . . .] ond sumor mi[ . . . . .
. .]
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And I--pointed and perched on a homeland
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[ . . . . . . .]me wæs min ti[.
. . . . ]
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Higher and nobler for our fierce adorning.
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[ . . . . . . .] [ . . . . . . .]
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Often the forest, dear sheltering wood,
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[ . . . ]d ic on staðol [ . . .
. . . . ]
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Was our night-cover, rain-shield for creatures
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[ . . . . . . .]um geong, swa [ . .
. . . . .]
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Shaped by God.
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[ . . . . . . .] [ . . . . . ]seþeana
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Now grim usurpers
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oft geond [ . . . . .] [ . . . . . ]
fgeaf,
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Must steal our homeland glory, hard young
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ac ic uplong stod, þær
ic [ . . . . . ]x.
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Brothers who press in our place. Parted,
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ond min broþor-- begen wæron
hearde.
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10 |
We suffer separate sorrows. In
my belly
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Eard
wæs þy weorðra þe wit on stodan,
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Is a black wonder--I stand on wood.
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hyrstum þy hyrra. Ful oft
unc holt wrugon,
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Untwinned I guard the table's end.
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wudubeama helm wonnum nihtum,
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What hoard holds my lost brother in the wide
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scildon wið scurum, Unc gescop
meotud.
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World I will never know. Once
we rode
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Nu
unc mæran twam magas uncre
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The high side of battle, hard warriors
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sculon æfter cuman, eard oðþringan
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Keeping courage together--neither rushed
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gingran broþor. Eom ic gumcynnes
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To the fray alone. Now
unwhole creatures
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anga ofer eorþan. Is min
agen bæc
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Tear at my belly. I
cannot flee.
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wonn ond wundorlic. Ic on wuda stonde
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The man who follows my tracks of glory
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bordes on ende. Nis min broþor her,
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20 |
For wealth and power, in a different light
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ac ic sceal broþorleas bordes
on ende
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May find what is wholly for his soul's
delight.
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staþol weardian, stondan fæste;
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ne wat hwær min broþor on
wera æhtum
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eorþan sceata eardian sceal,
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se me ær be healfe heah eardade.
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Wit wæron gesome sæcce
to fremmanne;
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næfre uncer awþer his ellen
cyðde,
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swa wit þære beadwe begen
ne onþungan.
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Nu
mec unsceafta innan slitað,
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wyrdaþ mec be wombe; ic gewendan
ne mæg.
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æt þam spore findeð
sped se þe se[ . . . ]
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[ . . . . . . .] sawle rædes.
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