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"A pyre and burn his beloved body, lay him on flaming logs, return ashes to dust: she carried away his corpse, brought it to her den deep in the water. Hrothgar had wept for many of his men but this time his heart melted, this was the worst. He begged me, in your name, half-weeping as he spoke, to seek still greater glory. Deep in the swirling waves, to win still higher fame, and the gifts he would give me"
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"For this, this gold, these jewels, I thank Our Father in Heaven, Ruler of the Earth- For all of this, that his grace me, allowed me to bring to my people while breath still came to my lips. I sold my life for this treasure, and I sold it well. Take what i leave, Wiglaf, lead my people, Help them;my time is gone. Have the brave Geats build me a tomb, When the funeral flames have burned me, and build it here at the water's edge, high on this spit of land, so sailors can see this tower and remember my name and call it Beowulf's tower and boats in the darkness and mist, crossing the sea, will know it."
Fateful action
page 44 "To weep for her dead, her slaughtered son and the bloody corpse of his uncle- both the men she most dearly loved and whose love she could trust to protect her, But Finn's troops, too, had fallen to Danish spears."
"Went tracing his bloody footprints, his beaten and lonely flight, to the edge of the lake where he'd dragged his corpse like way, doomed and already weary of his vanishing life" (page 35)
"Fought with fate against him, with glory
denied him. He knew it, but he raised his sword and struck at the dragon's scaly hide. The ancient blade broke, bit into the monster's skin, drew blood, but cracked and failed him before it went deep enough."
Fighting the Dragon (pg 100)
Travels
To Denmark (pg 3)
Beowulf's Death (pg 106)
"The beast came closer; both of them were ready, each set on slaughter. The Geats' Great prince stood firm, unmoving, prepared behind his high shield, waiting in his shining armor."
"Beowulf spoke in spite of the swollen, livid wound... I can leave this life happy; I can die, here, knowing the Lord of all life has never watched me wash my sword blood born of my own family... Before I die. Death will be softer, leaving life and this people I've ruled so long, if i look at this last of all prizes."
"Into terror; he'd traveled to Denmark alone, an abandoned child, but changed his own fate, lived to be rich and much honored."
"Then winter churned through the water, the waves ran you as they willed and you struggled seven long nights to survive. And the end victory was his, not yours. The sea carried him close to his home, to southern Norway..."
Beowulf's Funeral (pg 121)
Events
Arm Ripped Off (pg 35)
Through the Path (pg 57)
"The treasures they'd taken were left there, too, silver and jewels buried in the sandy ground, back in the earth, again and forever hidden and useless to men. And then twelve of the bravest Geats rode their horses around the tower, telling their sorrow, telling stories of their dead king and his greatness, his glory, praising him as noble as his name..."
Across the Marsh (pg 30)
Killing of Grendal's Mother (pg 63)
"The trail took them up towering, rocky hills, and over narrow, winding paths they had never seen, down steep and slippery cliffs where creatures from deep in the earth hid in their holes"
"Out from the marsh, from the foot of misty hills and bogs, bearing God's hatred, Grendel came, hoping to kill anyone he could trap on his trip to high Herot"
"And struck with all his strength he had left, caught her in the neck and cut it through, broke bones and all. Her body fell to the floor, lifeless, the sword was wet with her blood..."
"The victory, for the proof, hanging high
From the rafters where Beowulf had hung it, was the monster's arm, clay and shoulder and all."
Journey to kill Grendal's mother (pg 60)
"He leaped into the lake, would not wait for anyone's answer; heaving water covered him over. For hours he sank through waves; at last he saw the mud of the bottom."