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Pagina 14
... Hrothgar's His herald , am I. Hardier strangers , Nobler in mien , have I never seen . ' Tis clear you come to the court of Hrothgar , Not outlaws and beggars , but bent on adventure . " To him gave answer the hero brave , The lord of ...
... Hrothgar's His herald , am I. Hardier strangers , Nobler in mien , have I never seen . ' Tis clear you come to the court of Hrothgar , Not outlaws and beggars , but bent on adventure . " To him gave answer the hero brave , The lord of ...
Pagina 33
... Hrothgar of heroes the dearest , Most trusted of liegemen between the two seas , Comrade the nearest , killed in his ... HROTHGAR DESCRIBES THE HAUNT OF THE MONSTER AND ASKS BEOWULF TO UNDERTAKE A SECOND ADVENTURE Hrothgar spoke , the ...
... Hrothgar of heroes the dearest , Most trusted of liegemen between the two seas , Comrade the nearest , killed in his ... HROTHGAR DESCRIBES THE HAUNT OF THE MONSTER AND ASKS BEOWULF TO UNDERTAKE A SECOND ADVENTURE Hrothgar spoke , the ...
Pagina 35
... HROTHGAR AND BEOWULF AT GRENDEL'S MERE Beowulf spoke , the son of Ecgtheow : " Sorrow not gray - beard , nor grieve o'er thy friend ! Vengeance is better than bootless mourning . To each of us here the end must come Of life upon earth ...
... HROTHGAR AND BEOWULF AT GRENDEL'S MERE Beowulf spoke , the son of Ecgtheow : " Sorrow not gray - beard , nor grieve o'er thy friend ! Vengeance is better than bootless mourning . To each of us here the end must come Of life upon earth ...
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MIDDLE ENGLISH LITERATURE | 58 |
GEOFFREY CHAUCER | 97 |
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