BP+Josh

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Original Text:**//__ So this bad blood between us and the Swedes, this vicious feud, I am convinced, is bound to revive; they will cross our borders and attack in force when they find out that Beowulf is dead. In days gone by when our warriors fell and we were undefended he kept our coffers and our kingdom safe. He worked for the people, but as well as that he behaved like a hero.

We must hurry now to take a last look at the king and launch him, lord and lavisher of rings, on the funeral road. His royal pyre will melt no small amount of gold: heaped there in hoard, it was bought at heavy cost, and that pile of rings he paid for at the end with his own life will go up with the flame, be furled in fire: treasure no follower will wear in his memory, nor lovely woman link and attach as a torque around her neck- but often, repeatedly, in the path of exile they shall walk bereft, bowed under woe, now that their leader's laugh is silenced, high spirits quenched. Many a spear dawn-cold to the touch will be taken down and waved on high; the swept harp won't waken warriors, but the raven winging darkly over the doomed will have news, tidings for the eagle of how he hoked and ate, how the wolf and he made short work of the dead."

Such was the drift of the dire report that gallant man delivered. He got little wrong in what he told and predicted. The whole troop rose in tears, then took their way to the uncanny scene under Earnaness. There, on the sand, where is soul had left him, they found him at rest, their ring-giver from days gone by. The great man had breathed his last. Beowulf the king had indeed met with a marvelous death.

__//**Paraphrase:**//__ Paraphrase: the bad relationship between the swedes and us, the cruel conflict, I think will arouse; Swedes will cross our borders attack when they find out that Beowulf is dead. When he was alive when our warriors were vulnerable he protected our goods and kept the kingdom safe. He worked for our people, and also behaved like a hero.

We must hurry now to take a last look at the king and let him go, the lord and distributor of rings, on the funeral road. His royal pyre will melt with tremendous amount of gold: stacked, golds that were bought at heavy cost, the treasure he earned sacrificing himself will at last go up with his soul with the flame, be caught in fire: no treasures will be worn by the followers, nor lovely woman wear the torque around her neck but often, repeatedly, when the king has passed away they should walk unsteadily, bowed under sorrow, now that the leader's laugh is gone, high spirits silenced. Many spears will be taken down when the winter comes and unused; the harp won't wake the warriors, but the black travelers darkly over the death will have news, how the eagles snatched and ate, how the wolf had met his death."

This was a serious report that the brave man delivered. He was a little wrong which he had told and assumed. The entire troop were crying, and made their way to the strange scene under Earnaness. on the sand, where his soul had left, the king was at rest, their distributor of rings in the past. The great man had his last breath. Beowulf the king indeed has passed away in grace.