'Till the monster stirred, that demon, that fiend/Grendel who haunted the moors, the wild/Marshes, and made his home in a hell./Not hell but hell on earth. made quick with life, with each/ Of the nations who now move on its face.' 'recalling/ The Almighty making of the earth, shaping/ These beautiful plains marked off by oceans,/ Then proudly setting the sun and moon/ To glow across the land and light it /.
'Nor have I ever seen,/ Out of all the men on earth, one greater/ Than has come with you no commoner carries/ Such weapons, unless his appearance, and his beauty,/ Are both lies.' So young men build/ The future, wisely open-handed in peace,/ Protected in war so warriors earn/ Their fame, and wealth is shaped with a sword.' 'His father's warrior were wound round his heart/ With golden rings, bound to their prince/ By his father's treasure.
