Tuesday, February 12, 2019
Prelude to Beowulfôs Last Fight :: English Epics Literature Anglo Saxon Essays
Prelude to Beowulfs Last FightThe Old English epic Beowulf depicts Anglo-Saxon warrior grow where fate (wyrd) governs the actions of the hero. Beowulf, now over seventy years old and mogul of the Geats, has earned his respect and glory on the battlefields as a p separatelyy warrior. The honorable old king has ruled for fifty years, and according to the author, he was a wise king, an old guardian of the land (Norton, 55), when the dragon attacks Beowulfs Hall, assaulting Geats at night. The dragon - the worm - as he is referred to sometimes by the poet, charm guarding the treasure in the depth of his cave, is awakened by a break ones back who steals the cup from his hoard. The dragon, being greedy, is infuriated the hoard-guard waited restless until evening came then the tumulus keeper was in rage he would requite that precious alcoholism cup with vengeful fire.(Norton, 56) The treasure, that is now gu arded by the worm, once (over deuce-ace hundred years ago) belonged to a tribe of great warriors. Many rescue died over the years on the battlefields only one, the Last Survivor, has escaped the marvellous fate, and so he speaks War-death has taken each manof my people, evil, dreadful and deadly, each of those who has given up this life, the hall-joy of men. I have none who wears sword or cleans the plated cup,rich drinking vessel.The company of retainers has gone elsewhereThere is no harp-delight,no mirth of the singing wood, no good hawk fly through the hall,no swift horse stamps in the castle court. maleficent death has sent away many races of men. (Norton, 56) Parallel to this speech is the ubi sunt transportation from Old English poem The Wanderer. The old warrior, the wanderer or, as the poet calls him, the earth-walker, who has mazed his comrades in the battles, talks about the loneliness of exile and the aimlessness of warWhere has the horse gone?
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