who could brighten and burnish the battle-mask; and those weeds of war that were wont to brave, no glee-woods gladness! the blades fell blow, to bairn of Hygelac; and gift-seats master. was whelmed by the hurly through hand of mine. and held the death-field. Full well they wist that on warriors many. after bite of brand in his blood must slumber, SoI hold not high the Heathobards faith. now our lord all laughter has laid aside. Seized then its chain-hilt the Scyldings chieftain. How Beowulf overcame the Water Witch 36 VII. the great-hearted guest would guide his keel. Branding and website by Howoco The land thou knowst not. An important reading comprehension skill within KS2 is for pupils to infer characters' thoughts and feelings through an author's use of dialogue. this hoard-hold of heroes. They were clansmen good. Gold-gay shone the hangings, that were wove on the wall, and wonders many. to fashion the folkstead. roared oer the hillock:heads all were melted. wail arose, and bewildering fear that such a pair they have sometimes seen. all burned, bright blade, when the blood gushed oer it, battle-sweat hot; but the hilt I brought back, from my foes. nobly our youths, if thou yield up first. of interacting with those are freely available, the resources in the Learning Zone, and lots of came through the high hall Haereths daughter. Now is help once more. and add this word, they are welcome guests, to folk of the Danes. [To the door of the hall. A poet with an acute ear for the music of the everyday, Heaney saw poetry as a skilled craft and repeatedly linked his writing to the graft of agricultural work. . Now, Beowulf, thee. of wire-gold and jewels; a jealous warden. Love of mine will I assure thee. could you dissuade, from swimming the main. Life would have ended for Ecgtheows son. Yet I came unharmed from that hostile clutch. hardy neath helm, till the hearth he neared. Oer the stone he snuffed. and wielded the war-place on Withergilds fall. spake words of hail to his hearth-companions. waxes and wakes while the warden slumbers. in the presence of Healfdenes head-of-armies. the two contenders crashed through the building. and the Dragon. with grimmest gripe. with grisly grasp, and grappled with him. Too closely held him. most baneful of burdens and bales of the night. Then bore this brine-wolf, when bottom she touched, the lord of rings to the lair she haunted. the gem gleamed bright on the breast of the queen. sleeps, heart-sore, of his spoil bereaved. Forth they fared by the footpaths thence. Now Beowulf bode in the burg of the Scyldings, in fame with all folk, since his father had gone. Bloody the blade: he was blithe of his deed. when he passed from life, no little praise; for the doughty-in-combat a dragon killed, that herded the hoard:under hoary rock. for a light to lighten the land-dwellers. bewept them the woman: great wailing ascended. the sea-kinghe slew, and his spouse redeemed. That warden of gold, oer the ground went seeking, greedy to find. the Waelsings wanderings wide, his struggles. His encounters show he is the strongest and most able fighter to see and search this store of treasure, these wall-hid wonders, the way I show you, , where, gathered near, ye may gaze your fill. Then Hygelacs trusty retainer recalled that they would bide in the beer-hall here. I the waves I slew, avenging the Weders,whose woe they sought, , O Warriors-shield, now Ive wandered far, . to avenge on the slayer slaughter so foul; nor een could he harass that hero at all. with thee alone! brilliantly broidered; so bright its gleam, and viewed all these vessels. Beowulf is my name. Go to the bench now! avenged her offspring. his bairn and his bride: so he bent him again, old, to his earth-walls. was eager for battle. the hero, far-hidden;no harp resounds. stalwart and stately. to the needs of my land! with struggle spent, and unspan his helmet. een feet and hands. Then was song and glee. through war-hate of Weders; now, woman monstrous. gold-decked, greeting the guests in hall; first to the East-Danes heir and warden. he vaunts him safe, from the Victor-Scyldings. in danger of life, to the dragons hoard. A twelve lesson scheme of work on Beowulf. plied with such prowess their power oerwhelming, and fell in fight. boiling with wrath was the barrows keeper, for the dear cups loss. that warden of rings. Thy keen mind pleases me. when the hardy-in-fight a hand laid down, of Grendels gripe, neath the gabled roof. such words of mildness as man should use. There grasped me firm. To that mighty-one come we on mickle errand, to the lord of the Danes; nor deem I right, that aught be hidden. docx, 1.14 MB. gold-friend of Geats. Nor haply will like it the Heathobard lord. The text and all resources included. she proffered the warriors. but at break of day, by my brand sore hurt, put to sleep by the sword. The shield protected. were the loved ones she lost at the linden-play. till he found in a flash the forested hill. Not Thryths pride showed she, (save her lord alone) of the liegemen dear. Hygelacs kinsman was keenly watching though in buffet of battle thou brave hast been, in struggle grim, if Grendels approach, thou darst await through the watch of night!. from so young in years eer yet have I heard. Now abide by the barrow, ye breastplate-mailed. and leal in love to the lord of warriors. when Hun with Lafing, the light-of-battle. I hope to give. From his bosom fled. to his lair in the fens. came over the Danes. ruthless rushed on us: rough was the surge. Learning design by The Full English My sword and helmet, breastplate and board, for us both shall serve!. greedy and grim, that some guest from above. Up stood then with shield the sturdy champion. story is not set in England, the poet described was seen of the serpent: the sword had taen him. Beowulf Display Lettering KS2 Creating Extreme Earth Kennings: Poetry Resource Pack KS2 Speak like an Expert Challenge Card: Anglo-Saxons Anglo-Saxons - Hengist and Horsa Fact File and Activities FREE Resource! Was not Heremod thus. | The folks own fastness that fiery dragon, with flame had destroyed, and the stronghold all. above all men, yet blood-fierce his mind, his breast-hoard, grew, no bracelets gave he, to Danes as was due; he endured all joyless. in his fingers weakened; it was the worst trip Then the woven gold on a wain was laden . THUS seethed unceasing the son of Healfdene, with the woe of these days; not wisest men. had purged it anew. the wonder to witness. Uprose the mighty one, ringed with his men. battle-sark, bore neath the barrows roof. harassed Hrothgar, what hate he bore him. on the breast of the bark their bright array. in mood of their mind. for the last time greeting his liegemen dear. Then on the strand, with steeds and treasure, and armor their roomy and ring-dight ship, mounted with gold; on the mead-bench since. as the sheen-mailed spoilers to ship marched on. jewel and gem casket. far oer the swan-road he fain would seek. they had felled with their swords. Astride his steed, the strand-ward answered, clansman unquailing: The keen-souled thane, to the Scyldings master. to the Wielder-of-Wonders, with words I say, for the grace that I give such gifts to my folk, Now Ive bartered here for booty of treasure. No good hawk now. The poem is set in Scandinavia. Beowulf, a hero of the Geats, comes to the aid of Hrogar, the king of the Danes, whose mead hall in Heorot has been under attack by a monster known as Grendel. After Beowulf slays him, Grendels mother attacks the hall and is then also defeated. though with forged bolts fast, when his fists had struck it. Though well he wished it, in world no more, could he barrier life for that leader-of-battles. Notice how the size of Beowulfs challenge is highlighted by the way we see Grendel simply devour another warrior at the start of this section. Then the haven-of-heroes, Healfdenes son. Lo, now, this sea-booty, son of Healfdene. Then the barrows keeper. that sin-flecked being. his life will I give, though it lie in my power. Nor did the creature keep him waiting but struck Grendel in days long gone they named him. Then wound up to welkin the wildest of death-fires. had the valiant Geat his vaunt made good. This quiz includes images that don't have any alt text Swift on the billows, with boar-spears well. With his host he besieged there what swords had left, the weary and wounded; woes he threatened. I pray you, though, tell, the warriors leader his word-hoard unlocked:. Time had now flown;afloat was the ship. shall rest after revel. A strait path reached it. Then the golden hilt, for that gray-haired leader, giant-wrought, old. peoples peace-bringer, passed through the hall. How Beowulf overcame Grendel the Ogre 22 V. How the Water Witch warred with the Dane folk 28 VI. that there in the court the clansmens refuge. what manner of sojourn the Sea-Geats made. in the sore distress of their sovran lord. the good youth gold for his gallant thought. He was desperate to flee to his den and hide neer met I as strangers of mood so strong. he gives for his pride; the promised future. Fell the corpse of the king into keeping of Franks. comeback and armlock forestalled him utterly. We hear thou knowest. THAT way he went with no will of his own. when first I was ruling the folk of Danes. that the earl made known his noble strain. urged us to glory, and gave these treasures, because he counted us keen with the spear, and hardy neath helm, though this hero-work, who hath got him glory greater than all men, that our noble master has need of the might, the hero to help while the heat is about him. docx, 209.19 KB. through strength of to delight each mortal that looks upon them. through wave-whirl win: twas wound with chains. Now, the son of a certain slaughtering Dane, joys in the killing, and carries the jewel. But I pass from that. under vault of heaven, more valiant found. in pledge of grace, the pride of his home. after havoc of heroes, those hardy Scyldings? across from her course. that each should look on the other again. competition and we will not give it to anyone else without your express permission. the terror-monger had taken to Heorot. No light thing that. the Geats lord boasted; his brand had failed, The hoard-guard was heartened; high heaved his breast. a God-cursed scream and strain of catastrophe, The brooklets wave. that doomed him now with the dragon to strive. there was any power or person upon earth Every bone in his body Grave were their spirits. . of the sweets of the world! For Wyrd hath swept them, This word was the last which the wise old man, of balefire he chose. for my nerve and my might they knew full well. Of night-fought battles. The hand lies low. comrades of war: I should carry no weapon. that I got me a friend for goodness famed. have joy in the jewels and gems, lay down, softlier for sight of this splendid hoard, my life and the lordship I long have held., I HAVE heard that swiftly the son of Weohstan. and sea-snakes and monsters. where safe and sound we sentried the hall. of life despairing. edge of the blade: twas a big-hearted man! dusk oer the drinkers. so poisoned the hell-sprite who perished within there. , the grace of The Wielder! my folks agreement. Then hied that troop where the herald led them. Your KS2 students will also be able to have a go creating one themselves.  Jealousy fled he. who carried my gifts to the Geatish court, thither for thanks, he has thirty mens, against horror of Grendel. deftly they doffed: now drowsed the mere. prince of Scyldings, thy part in the world. from the princes thane. Now further it fell with the flight of years. The barrow, new-ready, there laid within it his lordly heirlooms. When the dragon awoke, new woe was kindled. wealth of the world that I wield as mine! when the ruler of Geats in rush of battle, lord of his folk, in the Frisian land, son of Hrethel, by sword-draughts died, by brands down-beaten. for whom the serpent-traced sword was wrought. that sickness or sword thy strength shall minish. The captain of evil discovered himself who heard that cry as it echoed off the wall, The Maker then, and forethought of mind. Indeed, throughout his poetry there is a tension between an intimate, grounded connection to the land, to home and to Ireland and a desire for escape, freedom and adventure. a gold-wove banner; let billows take him. to his bright-built burg the Brisings necklace. Went then to greet him, and God they thanked. towards friend and foe are firmly joined, To him in the hall, then, Healfdenes son, gave treasures twelve, and the trust-of-earls. which some earl forgotten, in ancient years. because of his rule oer the realm itself. the king and conqueror covered with blood. But soon he marked. Now saw from the cliff a Scylding clansman. haste oer the billows; nor him I abandoned. We have 6 different worksheets to choose from in this activity. Wealth of jewels. What a deal hast uttered, dear my Unferth. None the longer liveth he, loathsome fiend. A greater neer saw I, of warriors in world than is one of you, . The blade of his lord, spread hot round the barrow in horror-billows, Hasted the herald, the hoard so spurred him. though sturdy and strong, as stories tell me. nor grudged she gifts to the Geatish men. as she strove to shatter the sark of war. He bound to the beach the broad-bosomed ship. March, then, bearing. straightway thither; his steed then turned, Tis time that I fare from you. done to death and dragged on the headland. the accursed to kill, no keenest blade. Thanes are friendly, the throng obedient. too long, too loathsome. most excellent seemed. Then an extraordinary sought him oer seas, the sons of Ohtere. to its hoard it hastened at hint of dawn. blood-flecked, she bore with her; bale was returned, dole in the dwellings: twas dire exchange. Hall-folk fail me, my warriors wane; for Wyrd hath swept them. but briefest while, though the bride be fair! with waves of blood from his breast that welled. Now to thee, my prince, I proffer them all. loving clansmen, as late he charged them. iron was its edge, all etched with poison, with battle-blood hardened, nor blenched it at fight, to folksteadof foes. and breastplates bright, as the boon he asked; and they laid amid it the mighty chieftain, Then on the hill that hugest of balefires. Now gift of treasure and girding of sword, shall lose and leave, when lords highborn. could the cursed one thus procure at all. Yet no greed for gold, but the grace of heaven, At the mandate of one, oft warriors many. and watched on the water worm-like things. the ruthless, in running! should breathe his last: but he broke away. Thus had the dread-one by daring achieved. till Hrethelings fought in the fenced town. winding-neckd wood, to Weders bounds, shall succor and save from the shock of war.. choicest of weapons, the well-chased sword. the worm, oer the wall for the wave to take. was fated to fall in the Frisian slaughter. Few words he spake: Now hold thou, earth, since heroes may not, what earls have owned! Well hold thou it all!. uncle and nephew, true each to the other one. when, wise with winters, he wailed their flight. beloved of his liegemen, to land of Brondings. which that dragon-of-earth had erst inflicted. death-marked dragged to the devils mere. Stout by the stone-way his shield he raised. those savage hall-guards: the house resounded. His breastplate broad and bright of hues, that battle should break on his breast in vain, And the helmet white that his head protected. beheld that hand, on the high roof gazing, of the sturdy nails to steel was likest, , heathens hand-spear, hostile warriors. in the birth of her bairn. of the sons of men, to search those depths! weapon, nor war could he wage on Hengest. with stately band from the bride-bower strode; and with him the queen and her crowd of maidens. unbound the battle-runes. Almighty they knew not, to fiery embraces; nor favor nor change. The Scylding queen spoke: gold-friend of men; to the Geats here speak. An important reading comprehension skill within KS2 is for pupils to infer characters' thoughts and feelings through an author's use of dialogue. Hrothgar: Beowulf - I am Hrothgar! want to take part in the Poetry By Heart competition or use the Teaching Zone resources, you'll The action takes place in the great mead hall, where warriors would go to drink and to celebrate victories in stories and songs. his courage and counsel: The king of Danes. Beowulfs quest. battle-death seized, in the banquet-hall. had fled oer far fields, that fierce sprite came. with the booty back, and breast-adornments; but, slain in struggle, that standard-bearer. Beowulf HASTENED the hardy one, henchmen with him. a biting blade by his breastplate hanging. lest the relict-of-filesshould fierce invade, sharp in the strife, when that shielded hero, Then the earls-defenceon the floorbade lead. The wise old man, spake much in his sorrow, and sent you greetings. For all that hegave me, my gleaming sword, repaid him at war, such power I wielded, . Me for this struggle the Scyldings-friend. To his friends no wise, could that earl give treasure! by wrath and lying his life should reave! Syan rest wear feasceaft funden, he s frofre gebad, weox under wolcnum, weormyndum ah, ot him ghwylc ara ymbsittendra Let the bier, soon made, that owned their homesteads, hither to bring, firewood from far oer the folk they ruled , for the famed-ones funeral. Polishers sleep. Mournful of mood, thus he moaned his woe, by day and by night, till deaths fell wave, oerwhelmed his heart. Long was he spurned. Thou hast brought it about that both our peoples. on the place of his balefire a barrow high. The swordsmen hastened. In one and shame. their misery moaned they, their masters death. and neer could the princeapproach his throne. Long while of the day, Soon found the fiend who the flood-domain. the man who wrought him such wrong in sleep. Spent with struggle, stumbled the warrior. he gave to the king. doomed mens fighting-gear. with loathing deed, though he loved him not. eaten with rust, as, on earths lap resting, so the treasure-hall could be touched by none. gold-friend of men, now I go on this quest, should lose my life, thou wouldst loyal bide. the fiend in his trappings tottered to fall! fly to the fens, knew his fingers power, in the gripe of the grim one. Then he bade them bear him the boar-head standard. Wealhtheow spake amid warriors, and said:, Preserve thy strength, and these striplings here, Hast done such deeds, that for days to come. How Beowulf Returned to His Own Land 42 VIII. slain by the sword: at the slaughter they fell. In truth, the Geats prince gladly trusted, helmet from head; to his henchman gave, . He first was slain. . The burg was reddened. braced with the best of blacksmiths work estate, high station: He swayeth all things. heedful of high deeds, Hygelacs kinsman; flung away fretted sword, featly jewelled. Then about that barrow the battle-keen rode. If thy Hrethric should come to court of Geats, each man should visit who vaunts him brave.. The wound began. LO, praise of the prowess of people-kings. of that grim-souled fiend, the foe of God. The wise-one spake, a land-warden old,that this earl belongs. who warded the monarch and watched for the monster. no foe could be found under fold of the sky. Heorogar was dead. Nowise it availed. bairn in the burg, than his birthright sons. his talon was raised to attack Beowulf So the helmet-of-Weders. save only the land and the lives of his men. the thane-band choice of their chieftain blithe. blood-flecked from foes, where five I bound, and that wild brood worsted. Scyldings chieftain, that choicest thane, and fell on his neck. death-sick his den in the dark moor sought, From ravage had rescued the roving stranger. who had made many vaunts, and was mindful of verses, in well-ranged words, of the warlike deeds. These started away. And now the timbers trembled and sang, Who is Beowulf? under cleft of the cliffs: no cowards path! had sorrow of soul, and for Scyldings all. manacled tight by the man who of all men Firmly thou shalt all maintain. hoard-guard for heroes, that hard fight repaid, with steeds and treasures contemned by none. Thus made their mourning the men of Geatland. that Darling of Danes. with fire-billows flaming, its foes to seek, that boardto the boss, and the breastplate failed, went eager the earl, since his own was now, all burned by the blaze. The fiend made off, but the earl close followed. lay felled in fight, nor, fain of its treasure. In its barrow it trusted. I will reward thee, for waging this fight, with winding gold, if thou winnest back.. You are welcome in our land but you have come at a sad time. Beowulf is one of the oldest epic poems and is still taught today because it features all of these elements, making it the ideal focus of detailed literature study in KS2. one brother the other, with bloody shaft. brandished in battle, could bite that helm. oer the paths of ocean, people of Geatland; and the stateliest there by his sturdy band, have speech at will: nor spurn their prayer. Copyright 2022 All Rights Reserved. though sturdy their steel: they steaded him nought. by illness or iron, thine elder and lord. Be glad with thy Geats; of those gifts be mindful. till the fire had broken the frame of bones. Next is the scene where Grendels mother seeks her revenge. Forlorn he looks on the lodge of his son. his bedtime speech, sprang to his feet in sorrowful songs, how ceaselessly Grendel. to the Wylfings sent, oer watery ridges. reached the guests as he rode to greet them; but Welcome! he called to that Weder clan. Its edge was turned, brown blade, on the bone, and bit more feebly, in his baleful stress. in the strength of His spirit sendeth wisdom.