Saturday, July 31, 2010


Here are the opening lines of the epic poem Beowulf, in Old English, told as they must have been of old, sitting around an open fire, after a meal and draught of mead (or three). Powerful stuff. And since this is told in Old English, see how much of it you can understand without the translation, remembering that a thousand years ago the language still followed the Germanic word order.

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