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God's Judgement questions 1-11 in sentence form please.


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Beowulf presentation

Order of Battle

Please ensure

• that you know your place (who comes before and when to start)
• that you have written your excerpt in normal English (underneath or beside) to show understanding
• that you have practiced enough to show understanding in your presentation.

Christoper
Fraser
Sai
Alex
Aylin
Jay
Fexy
David
Anna
Aintje
Dom
Petar
John
Leo
Melissa
Alice
Stan

God's Judgement....

Answer in proper sentence form or paragraph as required please.

1.                  Explain what is happening to the poor people in the first two stanzas.

2.                  Why do these people turn to Bishop Hatto?

3.                  Explain what Bishop Hatto does and his motives for doing so; support your answer with a quote from the poem.

4.                  What effect does the line "But Bishop Hatto never slept again" in stanza 7 have on you as the reader?

5.                  What different reasons are there for why the rats have eaten the Bishop's picture?

6.                  Why does the Bishop behave as he does after the rats consume his corn?

7.                  What meanings might the line "...saw two eyes of flame" in stanza 13 have?

8.                  What reasons might there be for the poet to include the cat being frightened of the rats?

9.                  What is suggested by the line "To do the work for which they were sent" in stanza 15?

11.               What happens to the pace and mood of the poem as it reaches the end?

10.               Write a paragraph to explain what you think of the man Bishop Hatto.

13.               What makes "God's Judgement" a mysterious and supernatural poem?

14.               Write a paragraph outlining your own views about the poem (do you like it; favourite parts; moral behind the story; compare it to other poems).

Epic story

Find information about one of the other great epic poems-

in paragraph form (or a quick presentation)

• discuss from where and when it comes 
• discuss how it fulfills the Epic requirements we have covered      here

Gilgamesh

The Iliad 

The Odyssey

The Aeneid

The Mahabharata

The Ramayana

The Song of Roland

The Divine Comedy

The Fairie Queen

Paradise Lost

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Epic Story/Poetry Elements

Epic Narrative Poems

• Long Stories with many conflicts

• The hero/protagonist has powers beyond those of regular women/men

• The hero goes on a journey 

• There is an element of the supernatural (omens, gods, demons...)

• The antagonists are otherworldly/super-powered

Modern Epic (not poetry) stories include...

• Harry Potter
• The Hunger Games
• Star Wars
• The Hobbit
• The Lord of the Rings

Beowulf 2

THUS seethed unceasing the son of Healfdene

with the woe of these days; not wisest men

assuaged his sorrow; too sore the anguish,

loathly and long, that lay on his folk,

most baneful of burdens and bales of the night.

This heard in his home Hygelac’s thane,

great among Geats, of Grendel’s doings.

He was the mightiest man of valor

in that same day of this our life,

stalwart and stately. A stout wave-walker

he bade make ready. Yon battle-king, said he,

far o’er the swan-road he fain would seek,

the noble monarch who needed men!

The prince’s journey by prudent folk

was little blamed, though they loved him dear;

they whetted the hero, and hailed good omens.

And now the bold one from bands of Geats

comrades chose, the keenest of warriors

e’er he could find; with fourteen men

the sea-wood he sought, and, sailor proved,

led them on to the land’s confines.

Time had now flown; afloat was the ship,

boat under bluff. On board they climbed,

warriors ready; waves were churning

sea with sand; the sailors bore

on the breast of the bark their bright array,

their mail and weapons: the men pushed off,

on its willing way, the well-braced craft.

Then moved o’er the waters by might of the wind

that bark like a bird with breast of foam,

till in season due, on the second day,

the curved prow such course had run

that sailors now could see the land,

sea-cliffs shining, steep high hills,

headlands broad. Their haven was found,

their journey ended. Up then quickly

the Weders’ clansmen climbed ashore,

anchored their sea-wood, with armor clashing

and gear of battle: God they thanked

or passing in peace o’er the paths of the sea.

Then hied that troop where the herald led them,

under Heorot’s roof: [the hero strode,]

hardy ’neath helm, till the hearth he neared.

Beowulf spake,—his breastplate gleamed,

war-net woven by wit of the smith:—

“Thou Hrothgar, hail! Hygelac’s I,

kinsman and follower. Fame a plenty

have I gained in youth! These Grendel-deeds

I heard in my home-land heralded clear.

Seafarers say how stands this hall,

of buildings best, for your band of thanes

empty and idle, when evening sun

in the harbor of heaven is hidden away.

So my vassals advised me well,—

brave and wise, the best of men,—

O sovran Hrothgar, to seek thee here,

for my nerve and my might they knew full well.

Themselves had seen me from slaughter come

blood-flecked from foes, where five I bound,

and that wild brood worsted. I’ the waves I slew

nicors by night, in need and peril

avenging the Weders, whose woe they sought,—

crushing the grim ones. Grendel now,

monster cruel, be mine to quell

in single battle! So, from thee,

thou sovran of the Shining-Danes,

Scyldings’-bulwark, a boon I seek,—

and, Friend-of-the-folk, refuse it not,

O Warriors’-shield, now I’ve wandered far,—

that I alone with my liegemen here,

this hardy band, may Heorot purge!

More I hear, that the monster dire,

in his wanton mood, of weapons recks not;

hence shall I scorn—so Hygelac stay,

king of my kindred, kind to me!—

brand or buckler to bear in the fight,

gold-colored targe: but with gripe alone

must I front the fiend and fight for life,

foe against foe. Then faith be his

in the doom of the Lord whom death shall take.

Fain, I ween, if the fight he win,

in this hall of gold my Geatish band

will he fearless eat,—as oft before,—

my noblest thanes. Nor need’st thou then

to hide my head; for his shall I be,

dyed in gore, if death must take me;

and my blood-covered body he’ll bear as prey,

ruthless devour it, the roamer-lonely,

with my life-blood redden his lair in the fen:

no further for me need’st food prepare!

To Hygelac send, if Hild should take me,

best of war-weeds, warding my breast,

armor excellent, heirloom of Hrethel

and work of Wayland. Fares Wyrd as she must.”

In truth, the Geats’ prince gladly trusted

his mettle, his might, the mercy of God!

Cast off then his corselet of iron,

helmet from head; to his henchman gave,—

choicest of weapons,—the well-chased sword,

bidding him guard the gear of battle.

Spake then his Vaunt the valiant man,

Beowulf Geat, ere the bed be sought:—

“Of force in fight no feebler I count me,

in grim war-deeds, than Grendel deems him.

Not with the sword, then, to sleep of death

his life will I give, though it lie in my power.

No skill is his to strike against me,

my shield to hew though he hardy be,

bold in battle; we both, this night,

shall spurn the sword, if he seek me here,

unweaponed, for war. Let wisest God,

sacred Lord, on which side soever

doom decree as he deemeth right.”

THEN from the moorland, by misty crags,

with God’s wrath laden, Grendel came.

The monster was minded of mankind now

sundry to seize in the stately house.

Under welkin he walked, till the wine-palace there,

gold-hall of men, he gladly discerned,

flashing with fretwork. Not first time, this,

that he the home of Hrothgar sought,—

yet ne’er in his life-day, late or early,

such hardy heroes, such hall-thanes, found!

To the house the warrior walked apace,

parted from peace; the portal opended,

though with forged bolts fast, when his fists had

struck it,

and baleful he burst in his blatant rage,

the house’s mouth. All hastily, then,

o’er fair-paved floor the fiend trod on,

ireful he strode; there streamed from his eyes

fearful flashes, like flame to see.

He spied in hall the hero-band,

kin and clansmen clustered asleep,

hardy liegemen. Then laughed his heart;

for the monster was minded, ere morn should dawn,

savage, to sever the soul of each,

life from body, since lusty banquet

waited his will! But Wyrd forbade him

to seize any more of men on earth

after that evening. Eagerly watched

Hygelac’s kinsman his cursed foe,

how he would fare in fell attack.

Not that the monster was minded to pause!

Straightway he seized a sleeping warrior

for the first, and tore him fiercely asunder,

the bone-frame bit, drank blood in streams,

swallowed him piecemeal: swiftly thus

the lifeless corse was clear devoured,

e’en feet and hands. Then farther he hied;

for the hardy hero with hand he grasped,

felt for the foe with fiendish claw,

for the hero reclining,—who clutched it boldly,

prompt to answer, propped on his arm.

Soon then saw that shepherd-of-evils

that never he met in this middle-world,

in the ways of earth, another wight

with heavier hand-gripe; at heart he feared,

sorrowed in soul,—none the sooner escaped!

Fain would he flee, his fastness seek,

the den of devils: no doings now

such as oft he had done in days of old!

Then bethought him the hardy Hygelac-thane

of his boast at evening: up he bounded,

grasped firm his foe, whose fingers cracked.

The fiend made off, but the earl close followed.

The monster meant—if he might at all—

to fling himself free, and far away

fly to the fens,—knew his fingers’ power

in the gripe of the grim one. Gruesome march

to Heorot this monster of harm had made!

Din filled the room; the Danes were bereft,

castle-dwellers and clansmen all,

earls, of their ale. Angry were both

those savage hall-guards: the house resounded.

Wonder it was the wine-hall firm

in the strain of their struggle stood, to earth

the fair house fell not; too fast it was

within and without by its iron bands

craftily clamped; though there crashed from sill

many a mead-bench—men have told me—

gay with gold, where the grim foes wrestled.

So well had weened the wisest Scyldings

that not ever at all might any man

that bone-decked, brave house break asunder,

crush by craft,—unless clasp of fire

in smoke engulfed it.—Again uprose

din redoubled. Danes of the North

with fear and frenzy were filled, each one,

who from the wall that wailing heard,

God’s foe sounding his grisly song,

cry of the conquered, clamorous pain

from captive of hell. Too closely held him

he who of men in might was strongest

in that same day of this our life.

NOT in any wise would the earls’-defence

suffer that slaughterous stranger to live,

useless deeming his days and years

to men on earth. Now many an earl

of Beowulf brandished blade ancestral,

fain the life of their lord to shield,

their praised prince, if power were theirs;

never they knew,—as they neared the foe,

hardy-hearted heroes of war,

aiming their swords on every side

the accursed to kill,—no keenest blade,

no farest of falchions fashioned on earth,

could harm or hurt that hideous fiend!

He was safe, by his spells, from sword of battle,

from edge of iron. Yet his end and parting

on that same day of this our life

woful should be, and his wandering soul

far off flit to the fiends’ domain.

Soon he found, who in former days,

harmful in heart and hated of God,

on many a man such murder wrought,

that the frame of his body failed him now.

For him the keen-souled kinsman of Hygelac

held in hand; hateful alive

was each to other. The outlaw dire

took mortal hurt; a mighty wound

showed on his shoulder, and sinews cracked,

and the bone-frame burst. To Beowulf now

the glory was given, and Grendel thence

death-sick his den in the dark moor sought,

noisome abode: he knew too well

that here was the last of life, an end

of his days on earth.—To all the Danes

by that bloody battle the boon had come.

From ravage had rescued the roving stranger

Hrothgar’s hall; the hardy and wise one

had purged it anew. His night-work pleased him,

his deed and its honor. To Eastern Danes

had the valiant Geat his vaunt made good,

all their sorrow and ills assuaged,

their bale of battle borne so long,

and all the dole they erst endured

pain a-plenty.—’Twas proof of this,

when the hardy-in-fight a hand laid down,

arm and shoulder,—all, indeed,

of Grendel’s gripe,—’neath the gabled roof.

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Long and golden they wait patiently to be devoured, singly or by the handful.

But don’t wait! or the crispness will fade, becoming soggy like a newspaper in the rain.

To the touch hot, like the red embers of a fire.

Pop it in your mouth, if it’s too long break it in half.

It burns, twice. The hot oil and the saltiness together making a sharp pleasant pair of invaders

Your tounge and teeth break it and a new experience occurs

More hot, but now with a softness, like the startchy inside of a pillow

Take the next one and dip it in the thick red oozing goo

Now the crisp and burn have brought a friend; sharp, and tangy sweet

Can I dip it in the marble-white, soft thickness next?

Smooth and salty, crsip and soft

 

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Beowulf

Beowulf

Somewhere between 400-600 AD

To Hrothgar was given such glory of war, 

such honor of combat, that all his kin 

obeyed him gladly till great grew his band 

of youthful comrades. It came in his mind 

to bid his henchmen a hall uprear, 

a master mead-house, mightier far 

than ever was seen by the sons of earth, 

and within it, then, to old and young 

he would all allot that the Lord had sent him, 

save only the land and the lives of his men.

Wide, I heard, was the work commanded, 

for many a tribe this mid-earth round, 

to fashion the folkstead. It fell, as he ordered, 

in rapid achievement that ready it stood there, 

of halls the noblest: Heorot   he named it 

whose message had might in many a land. 

Not reckless of promise, the rings he dealt, 

treasure at banquet: there towered the hall, 

high, gabled wide, the hot surge waiting 

of furious flame.   Nor far was that day 

when father and son-in-law stood in feud 

for warfare and hatred that woke again.  

With envy and anger an evil spirit 

endured the dole in his dark abode, 

that he heard each day the din of revel 

high in the hall: there harps rang out, 

clear song of the singer. He sang who knew 

tales of the early time of man, 

how the Almighty made the earth, 

fairest fields enfolded by water, 

set, triumphant, sun and moon 

for a light to lighten the land-dwellers, 

and braided bright the breast of earth 

with limbs and leaves, made life for all 

of mortal beings that breathe and move. 

So lived the clansmen in cheer and revel 

a winsome life, till one began 

to fashion evils, that field of hell. 

Grendel this monster grim was called, 

march-riever mighty, in moorland living, 

in fen and fastness; fief of the giants 

the hapless wight a while had kept 

since the Creator his exile doomed. 

On kin of Cain was the killing avenged 

by sovran God for slaughtered Abel. 

Ill fared his feud, and far was he driven, 

for the slaughter’s sake, from sight of men. 

Of Cain awoke all that woful breed, 

Etins   and elves and evil-spirits, 

as well as the giants that warred with God 

weary while: but their wage was paid them!

WENT he forth to find at fall of night 

that haughty house, and heed wherever 

the Ring-Danes, outrevelled, to rest had gone. 

Found within it the atheling band 

asleep after feasting and fearless of sorrow, 

of human hardship. Unhallowed wight, 

grim and greedy, he grasped betimes, 

wrathful, reckless, from resting-places, 

thirty of the thanes, and thence he rushed 

fain of his fell spoil, faring homeward, 

laden with slaughter, his lair to seek. 

Then at the dawning, as day was breaking, 

the might of Grendel to men was known; 

then after wassail was wail uplifted, 

loud moan in the morn. The mighty chief, 

atheling excellent, unblithe sat, 

labored in woe for the loss of his thanes, 

when once had been traced the trail of the fiend, 

spirit accurst: too cruel that sorrow, 

too long, too loathsome. Not late the respite; 

with night returning, anew began 

ruthless murder; he recked no whit, 

firm in his guilt, of the feud and crime. 

They were easy to find who elsewhere sought 

in room remote their rest at night, 

bed in the bowers,  when that bale was shown, 

was seen in sooth, with surest token, — 

the hall-thane’s  hate. Such held themselves 

far and fast who the fiend outran! 

Thus ruled unrighteous and raged his fill 

one against all; until empty stood 

that lordly building, and long it bode so. 

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