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  • 1.
    Beowulf (Episode 35)

    'THEN he goes to his chamber, a grief-song chants
    alone for his lost. Too large all seems,
    homestead and house. So the helmet-of-Weders
    hid in his heart for Herebeald
    waves of woe. No way could he take
    to avenge on the slayer slaughter so foul;
    nor e'en could he harass that hero at all
    with loathing deed, though he loved him not.
    And so for the sorrow his soul endured,
    men's gladness he gave up and God's light chose.
    Lands and cities he left his sons
    (as the wealthy do) when he went from earth.
    There was strife and struggle 'twixt Swede and Geat
    o'er the width of waters; war arose,
    hard battle-horror, when Hrethel died,
    and Ongentheow's offspring grew
    strife-keen, bold, nor brooked o'er the seas
    pact of peace, but pushed their hosts
    to harass in hatred by Hreosnabeorh.
    Men of my folk for that feud had vengeance,
    for woful war ('tis widely known) ,
    though one of them bought it with blood of his heart,
    a bargain hard: for Haethcyn proved
    fatal that fray, for the first-of-Geats.
    At morn, I heard, was the murderer killed
    by kinsman for kinsman, with clash of sword,
    when Ongentheow met Eofor there.
    Wide split the war-helm: wan he fell,
    hoary Scylfing; the hand that smote him
    of feud was mindful, nor flinched from the death-blow.
    - 'For all that he gave me, my gleaming sword
    repaid him at war, - such power I wielded, -
    for lordly treasure: with land he entrusted me,
    homestead and house. He had no need
    from Swedish realm, or from Spear-Dane folk,
    or from men of the Gifths, to get him help, -
    some warrior worse for wage to buy!
    Ever I fought in the front of all,
    sole to the fore; and so shall I fight
    while I bide in life and this blade shall last
    that early and late hath loyal proved
    since for my doughtiness Daeghrefn fell,
    slain by my hand, the Hugas' champion.
    Nor fared he thence to the Frisian king
    with the booty back, and breast-adornments;
    but, slain in struggle, that standard-bearer
    fell, atheling brave. Not with blade was he slain,
    but his bones were broken by brawny gripe,
    his heart-waves stilled. - The sword-edge now,
    hard blade and my hand, for the hoard shall strive.'
    Beowulf spake, and a battle-vow made
    his last of all: 'I have lived through many
    wars in my youth; now once again,
    old folk-defender, feud will I seek,
    do doughty deeds, if the dark destroyer
    forth from his cavern come to fight me! '
    Then hailed he the helmeted heroes all,
    for the last time greeting his liegemen dear,
    comrades of war: 'I should carry no weapon,
    no sword to the serpent, if sure I knew
    how, with such enemy, else my vows
    I could gain as I did in Grendel's day.
    But fire in this fight I must fear me now,
    and poisonous breath; so I bring with me
    breastplate and board. From the barrow's keeper
    no footbreadth flee I. One fight shall end
    our war by the wall, as Wyrd allots,
    all mankind's master. My mood is bold
    but forbears to boast o'er this battling-flyer.
    - Now abide by the barrow, ye breastplate-mailed,
    ye heroes in harness, which of us twain
    better from battle-rush bear his wounds.
    Wait ye the finish. The fight is not yours,
    nor meet for any but me alone
    to measure might with this monster here
    and play the hero. Hardily I
    shall win that wealth, or war shall seize,
    cruel killing, your king and lord! '
    Up stood then with shield the sturdy champion,
    stayed by the strength of his single manhood,
    and hardy 'neath helmet his harness bore
    under cleft of the cliffs: no coward's path!
    Soon spied by the wall that warrior chief,
    survivor of many a victory-field
    where foemen fought with furious clashings,
    an arch of stone; and within, a stream
    that broke from the barrow. The brooklet's wave
    was hot with fire. The hoard that way
    he never could hope unharmed to near,
    or endure those deeps, for the dragon's flame.
    Then let from his breast, for he burst with rage,
    the Weder-Geat prince a word outgo;
    stormed the stark-heart; stern went ringing
    and clear his cry 'neath the cliff-rocks gray.
    The hoard-guard heard a human voice;
    his rage was enkindled. No respite now
    for pact of peace! The poison-breath
    of that foul worm first came forth from the cave,
    hot reek-of-fight: the rocks resounded.
    Stout by the stone-way his shield he raised,
    lord of the Geats, against the loathed-one;
    while with courage keen that coiled foe
    came seeking strife. The sturdy king
    had drawn his sword, not dull of edge,
    heirloom old; and each of the two
    felt fear of his foe, though fierce their mood.
    Stoutly stood with his shield high-raised
    the warrior king, as the worm now coiled
    together amain: the mailed-one waited.
    Now, spire by spire, fast sped and glided
    that blazing serpent. The shield protected,
    soul and body a shorter while
    for the hero-king than his heart desired,
    could his will have wielded the welcome respite
    but once in his life! But Wyrd denied it,
    and victory's honors. - His arm he lifted
    lord of the Geats, the grim foe smote
    with atheling's heirloom. Its edge was turned
    brown blade, on the bone, and bit more feebly
    than its noble master had need of then
    in his baleful stress. - Then the barrow's keeper
    waxed full wild for that weighty blow,
    cast deadly flames; wide drove and far
    those vicious fires. No victor's glory
    the Geats' lord boasted; his brand had failed,
    naked in battle, as never it should,
    excellent iron! - 'Twas no easy path
    that Ecgtheow's honored heir must tread
    over the plain to the place of the foe;
    for against his will he must win a home
    elsewhere far, as must all men, leaving
    this lapsing life! - Not long it was
    ere those champions grimly closed again.
    The hoard-guard was heartened; high heaved hisbreast
    once more; and by peril was pressed again,
    enfolded in flames, the folk-commander!
    Nor yet about him his band of comrades,
    sons of athelings, armed stood
    with warlike front: to the woods they bent them,
    their lives to save. But the soul of one
    with care was cumbered. Kinship true
    can never be marred in a noble mind! read more »

  • 2.
    The Iliad: Book 22

    Thus the Trojans in the city, scared like fawns, wiped the sweat
    from off them and drank to quench their thirst, leaning against the
    goodly battlements, while the Achaeans with their shields laid upon
    their shoulders drew close up to the walls. But stern fate bade Hector read more »

  • 3.
    The Epic of Gilgamesh Tablet XI The Story of the Flood

    Gilgamesh spoke to Utanapishtim, the Faraway:
    'I have been looking at you,
    but your appearance is not strange—you are like me!
    You yourself are not different—you are like me! read more »

  • 4.
    Don Juan: Canto The Third

    Hail, Muse! et cetera.--We left Juan sleeping,
    Pillow'd upon a fair and happy breast,
    And watch'd by eyes that never yet knew weeping,
    And loved by a young heart, too deeply blest read more »

  • 5.
    The Odyssey: Book 4

    They reached the low lying city of Lacedaemon them where they
    drove straight to the of abode Menelaus [and found him in his own
    house, feasting with his many clansmen in honour of the wedding of his
    son, and also of his daughter, whom he was marrying to the son of that read more »

  • 6.
    The Hero

    Mother, let us imagine we are travelling, and passing through a
    strange and dangerous country.
    You are riding in a palanquin and I am trotting by you on a
    red horse. read more »

  • 7.
    Hero and Leander

    It lies not in our power to love or hate,
    For will in us is over-rul'd by fate.
    hen two are stript long ere the course begin,
    We wish that one should lose, the other win; read more »

  • 8.
    General Gordon, the Hero of Khartoum

    Alas! now o'er the civilised world there hangs a gloom
    For brave General Gordon, that was killed in Khartoum,
    He was a Christian hero, and a soldier of the Cross,
    And to England his death will be a very great loss. read more »

  • 9.
    Hero-Worship

    A face seen passing in a crowded street,
    A voice heard singing music, large and free;
    And from that moment life is changed, and we
    Become of more heroic temper, meet read more »

  • 10.
    The Hero

    'Jack fell as he'd have wished,' the mother said,
    And folded up the letter that she'd read.
    'The Colonel writes so nicely.' Something broke read more »

  • 11.
    Battle Hymn of the Republic

    . Howe's Final version
    Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
    He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
    He hath loosed the fatal lightning of his terrible swift sword: read more »

  • 12.
    My Hero Bares His Nerves

    My hero bares his nerves along my wrist
    That rules from wrist to shoulder,
    Unpacks the head that, like a sleepy ghost,
    Leans on my mortal ruler, read more »

New Hero Poems

  1. The Valor And Hero, Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
  2. There are heroes, Harold R Hunt Sr
  3. I Know of a Hero, David Rose
  4. Yesterday's Hero, Charles Hancock
  5. Heroes, Devorah Gerber
  6. A Hero Is The Hardest Nut!, Yogi Sally Ann Slight
  7. I yearned, Amina hareed
  8. Prophecy For Story Percy Jackson And The.., Ryan Brodesser
  9. My Hero, Snerdle Nerdbergle
  10. Heroes, Jim Yerman
  11. Hero, Lauwo George
  12. My heroes, Nassy Fesharaki
  13. My Hero Is My Dad, Jan Kurlapski
  14. MY HERO, Rob Hyden
  15. A Glimpse Into The Past, Heather Burns
  16. A Vixen, Floral Flower
  17. The Hero, Bijay Kant Dubey
  18. My Hero's, Kelsey Martinson
  19. The Tear Drops Of Hero's, Timothy Long
  20. Not Your Hero, Mark Beijer
  21. My Hero, Jazz Christopher
  22. Heroes, Peter Hall
  23. My Hero, Luna Black
  24. When A Hero Comes, Vasto Grom
  25. HERO, donald kuutsi
  26. Heroes, C. Albert Andrews
  27. A True Hero, Nikki Warner
  28. Heros, jamie newcomb
  29. Hero, Alicia Meyers
  30. A Hero?, Timothy Venard
  31. What Is A Hero, Linda Patino
  32. The Hero, Julia Harner
  33. HEROES, PAUL OGUDA
  34. To be Hero, OLANIYAN KEHINDE HERO HKO
  35. ! Heroes Are Dead!, Marvin Brato Sr
  36. A Hero, Vanessa Marin
  37. Hero, Nicholas Hrynchuk
  38. Reflections, Yeremiah Hardt
  39. my hero, salsabila alkhatiry
  40. Zero, Nicholas Hrynchuk
  41. hero, Ricky Baker
  42. Heroes Are Born Within, Steven Elsner
  43. Hero's Live On Forever, Remy Cruz
  44. Hero's, Dixie Tanson
  45. My Hero, Bamisaye Adeniran
  46. My hero, Paul Prescott
  47. Unsung Hero's, (brief renderings) Joe Fazio
  48. I am My Hero, Atef Ayadi
  49. Mr. Hero, Shannon Nicole
  50. Let Me Be Your HERO, Jo Hanna Erk
  51. complications, Nyein Way
  52. Where Are The Heroes?, Lone Dog
  53. The Hero To You Not A Hero To Me, Francis Duggan
  54. The Hero and The Villain, Noel Lopez
  55. Heroes, louis clarke
  56. Hero?, Racina Rodriguez
  57. My hero, McKenzie Mickey
  58. tourism ***** JOSE RIZAL BIRTH HOME REVI.., Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
  59. Hero?, Mark R Slaughter
  60. my hero, danielle eager
  61. Hero's, Jim O'Donnell
  62. dont be a hero, coby salazar
  63. My one and only hero, ava smith
  64. a hero, daniel romero
  65. 'Hero', Juxtaposed Jealousy
  66. Savior, Silence Dogood
  67. Stories mirror the front, Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
  68. Will there be heroes?, Christine Natale
  69. The moment of zero, Shahad Raad
  70. My Heroes Or Heroines Do Good Deeds Ever.., Francis Duggan
  71. Your Hero, Francis Duggan
  72. my hero, SMILEY FACE )
  73. If You Have Your Own Heroes, Francis Duggan
  74. Your Hero Will Never Be Mine, Francis Duggan
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