in those fortress walls she had found a home. but briefest while, though the bride be fair! There saw they, besides, the strangest being. though with forged bolts fast, when his fists had struck it. and lending thee might when thou lackest men. the terror-monger had taken to Heorot. the ruthless, in running! who heard that cry as it echoed off the wall, THEN hastened those heroes their home to see. roared oer the hillock:heads all were melted. it waft oer the waters those well-loved thanes. death-shadow dark, and dogged them still. and joyed while I could in my jewel-bestower. that fated-ones flesh: to floor she sank. Such heaping of horrors the hater of men. From Hygelacs band. information about the Poetry By Heart competition including the competition guides. Neer, while I lived there, he loathlier found me. in Heorot Grendel with hate hath wrought. shall burn with the warrior. oer wide-stretched ways, the wonder to view, trace of the traitor. with waves of blood from his breast that welled. on the last of his raids this ring bore with him, the war-spoil warding; but Wyrd oerwhelmed him. and got a firm hold. his days on earth, and the dragon with him, though long it had watched oer the wealth of the hoard! on wreaking his vengeance than roaming the deep. Men of my folk for that feud had vengeance. his breasts wild billows he banned in vain; burned in his blood. That was proudest of feasts; flowed wine for the warriors. Beowulf is my name. This extract from Seamus Heaneys brilliant translation of the AngloSaxon epic centres upon the battle between the terrifying monster Grendel and the young warrior Beowulf. blood-stained the mere. First time, this. The doughty ones rose: for the hoary-headed would hasten to rest. engulf it in flame. Soon spied by the wall that warrior chief. Explore the character Beowulf through descriptions taken from the dialogue of the poem. a sennight strove ye. High oer his head they hoist the standard. I knew him of yore in his youthful days; fares hither to seek the steadfast friend. gay with gold, where the grim foes wrestled. in the presence of Healfdenes head-of-armies. Download this FREE Beowulf Story KS2 sheet to introduce your class to one of the oldest stories in English literature. Beowulf tells the story of how the monster Grendel terrorises a Danish stronghold until the Swedish Beowulf arrives. Every bone in his body The gray-haired Scylding. for the monster was minded, ere morn should dawn. THAT battle-toil bade he at burg to announce. most baneful of burdens and bales of the night. when the hardy-in-fight a hand laid down, of Grendels gripe, neath the gabled roof. On the hall-guest she hurled herself, hent her short sword. Beowulf - Part 1 BBC Teach > School Radio > English > KS2: Beowulf Episode 1 - Episode 2 - Episode 3 - Resources Hrothgar, King of the Danes, builds a new mead hall called Heorot for and the killing of clansmen; that cup of price. with thee alone! The sword-edge now, hard blade and my hand, for the hoard shall strive., his last of all: I have lived through many. BEOWULF - The epic poem, Beowulf for Children - Short version - FAB audiobooks 18,807 views Mar 2, 2014 Beowulf. the hoard and the stronghold, heroes land. Alive was he still, still wielding his wits. firm to the mast; the flood-timbers moaned; nor did wind over billows that wave-swimmer blow. with grimmest gripe. A twelve lesson scheme of work on Beowulf. Twas granted me, though. Beowulf is min nama. Our people dying; we have a terrible enemy. yet neer in his life-day, late or early. shine after shadow. Beowulf is a fearless hero who fights the monster Grendel, Grendel's mother and a fire-breathing dragon. when a thane of the Danes, in that doughty throng, and on him the old-time heirlooms glisten. was foremost and strongest in the days of this life. To that mighty-one come we on mickle errand, to the lord of the Danes; nor deem I right, that aught be hidden. You can also use our vibrant Beowulf banners and posters to create a decorative display, to brighten up your classroom while providing a constant reminder of the story, its characters and A new translation of Beowulf brings out the epics feminist power. Should Frisian, moreover, with foemans taunt. (KS3) How Beowulf Returned to His Own Land 42 VIII. to wake him with water. of that grim-souled fiend, the foe of God. The sea upbore me. Oft minstrels sang. nobly our youths, if thou yield up first. glad of his gold-gifts, the grass-plot oer. , the grace of The Wielder! the flight for safety, essay it who will! Now day was fled, as the worm had wished. Now to thee, my prince, I proffer them all. Less grim, though, that terror. from Swedish realm, or from Spear-Dane folk, or from men of the Gifths, to get him help, , while I bide in life and this blade shall last. where sons of the Frisians were sure to be. A pact he offered: as forced to follow their fee-givers slayer. that they would bide in the beer-hall here. as heirloom of Eanmund earth-dwellers knew it. could help him at strife: too strong was his hand, so the tale is told, and he tried too far. to watch, many-wintered: nor wins he thereby! and gaze on that hoard neath the hoary rock. sword gore-stained, through swine of the helm, the swords on the settles,and shields a-many. For Wyrd hath swept them, This word was the last which the wise old man, of balefire he chose. inside and out. Jealousy fled he. though not without danger. choicest of weapons, the well-chased sword. The poem is more than three thousand lines long;the roots of the story are pagan but are interpreted here by a Christian poet. though thou wast the baneof thy brethren dear. venture to vaunt, though the Victory-Wielder, could serve him in struggle; yet shift I made, Its strength ever waned, when with weapon I struck, that fatal foe, and the fire less strongly, flowed from its head. would the bloody-toothed murderer, mindful of bale. Yet no greed for gold, but the grace of heaven, At the mandate of one, oft warriors many. Sage this seems to the Scyldings-friend, when men are slain, does the murder-spear sink. unbound the battle-runes. march-stalkers mighty the moorland haunting. bewept them the woman: great wailing ascended. Me for this struggle the Scyldings-friend. the feuds and the frauds, save to Fitela only. death-sick his den in the dark moor sought, From ravage had rescued the roving stranger. Then Hygelacs trusty retainer recalled lay felled in fight, nor, fain of its treasure. . Choose a poem Learn it by heart Perform it out loud, Oxford English Dictionary (OED) Links Off. LO, praise of the prowess of people-kings. with swine-forms set it, that swords nowise. five nights full till the flood divided us. young men together: the Geat, too, sat there. he had never been clamped or cornered like this. THUS seethed unceasing the son of Healfdene, with the woe of these days; not wisest men. to pierce the monster with point of sword, with blade of battle: huge beast of the sea. nay, sad in spirit and shorn of her gold. cheered the young clansmen, clasps of gold, to earls in turn, the ale-cup tendered, . shall have mutual peace, and from murderous strife. Slack and shiftless the strong men deemed him, to the warrior honored, for all his woes. It was written in the 8th century by an Anglo-Saxon minstrel Now the wrath of the sea-fish rose apace; yet me gainst the monsters my mailed coat, garnished with gold. winding-neckd wood, to Weders bounds, shall succor and save from the shock of war.. the Waelsings wanderings wide, his struggles. and baleful he burst in his blatant rage, ireful he strode; there streamed from his eyes. in haste shall oerwhelm, thou hero of war! How Beowulf overcame Grendel the Ogre 22 V. How the Water Witch warred with the Dane folk 28 VI. Round brands of the pyre. avenged her offspring. One fight shall end. Oer the roof of the helmet high, a ridge. in ten days time their toil had raised it, the battle-braves beacon. That edge was not useless, the wrathful prince! weary while: but their wage was paid them! because of his rule oer the realm itself. soon as they seized him, his sword-doom was spoken. MID the battle-gear saw he a blade triumphant. For shelter he gave them, sword-death came. Thus showed his strain the son of Ecgtheow. Now further it fell with the flight of years. who warded the monarch and watched for the monster. of all that had laden the lord of his folk. Heedless of harm, though his hand was burned. treasure at banquet: there towered the hall, clear song of the singer. in grim war-deeds, than Grendel deems him. where the battle-king young, his burg within. by illness or iron, thine elder and lord. when he passed from life, no little praise; for the doughty-in-combat a dragon killed, that herded the hoard:under hoary rock. that sin-flecked being. This is because we need to know who you are and how we can talk to you, and who war would wage me with warriors-friends, and threat me with horrors. who girded him now for the grim encounter. Bade then the hardy-one Hrunting be brought. bestowed on hall-folk helm and breastplate, which near of far he could find to give, . friendless, a foundling, fate repaid him: for he waxed under welkin, in wealth he throve. for a light to lighten the land-dwellers. though sturdy and strong, as stories tell me. Then they bore him over to oceans billow. The story goes shall win that wealth, or war shall seize. The craft sped on. from the princes thane. They were easy to find who elsewhere sought. and breastplates bright, as the boon he asked; and they laid amid it the mighty chieftain, Then on the hill that hugest of balefires. the Merowings favor has failed us wholly. that there in the court the clansmens refuge. that doomed him now with the dragon to strive. Introduce your KS2 classes to the classic Anglo-Saxon story of Beowulf with Twinkl's handy collection of Beowulf resources. Oft Scyld the Scefing from squadroned foes. The worlds great candle. my strength had been lost had the Lord not shielded me. against harassing terror to try their hand. Now it passed into power of the peoples king. to delight each mortal that looks upon them. and bade that ye build, when he breathed no more. een feet and hands. as she strove to shatter the sark of war. the Bright-Danes prince, from Beowulf hearing, Then was laughter of liegemen loud resounding. his bones to burn, on the balefire placed. Through the ways of life. the Waegmunding name. Wait ye the finish. whom she killed on his couch, a clansman famous. docx, 1.14 MB. and the storm of their strife, were seen afar. With sorrow one bought, his rest of the evening, as ofttime had happened. Balefire devoured, greediest spirit, those spared not by war. he would all allot that the Lord had sent him. With waves of care, my loved ones venture: long I begged thee. the Geats lord boasted; his brand had failed, The hoard-guard was heartened; high heaved his breast. garnished with gold, and Grendels hand:, I have borne from Grendel; but God still works, stood sword-gore-stained this stateliest house, . In swimming he topped thee. or floor of the flood, let her flee where she will! and hear him in hall. that wondrous worm, on the wall it struck. on the floor of the ocean that outcast fell. racked with plagues, who should rob their hoard. Beowulf is a poem that was written in old English around 1,000 years ago by an anonymous poet and is believed to be one of the most important pieces of English literature there is. To me seated secure, for those ruthless raids, unresting I suffered. when, wise with winters, he wailed their flight. So should kinsmen be, or with deep-hid treachery death contrive, for neighbor and comrade. when they heard the horn of Hygelac sound. But fire in this fight I must fear me now, breastplate and board. less doughty in swimming whom death had seized. Thou hast brought it about that both our peoples. with a saddle all shining and set in jewels; twas the battle-seat of the best of kings, when to play of swords the son of Healfdene. tried with fierce tusks to tear his mail, and swarmed on the stranger. to the chieftain of clansmen, children four: Heorogar, then Hrothgar, then Halga brave; obeyed him gladly till great grew his band, of youthful comrades. he was now in some hall, he knew not which, nor through the roof could reach him ever. the accursed to kill, no keenest blade. when Hun with Lafing, the light-of-battle. that sickness or sword thy strength shall minish. when the folk of Geats for the first time sought. for hands to bedeck it, and dense was the throng. His nephew was ever. Himself who chose us. that him no blade of the brave could touch. suffer that slaughterous stranger to live. Then Beowulf strode. with winsome words. with my life-blood redden his lair in the fen: To Hygelac send, if Hildshould take me, and work of Wayland. at his sovrans shoulder, shieldsman good. in the den of the dragon, the dawn-flier old: each human wight: let him hide it who will! Tis plain that for prowess, not plunged into exile, for high-hearted valor, Hrothgar ye seek!. wielded, youthful, this widespread realm. Savage and burning, the barrow he circled. hath wielded ever! nor harness of mail, whom that horror seized. friends to avenge than fruitlessly mourn them. with grisly grasp, and grappled with him. The brooklets wave. 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. For now prone he saw. and we all at the banquet-board sat down. turned murderous mouth, on our mighty kinsman. beheld that hand, on the high roof gazing, of the sturdy nails to steel was likest, , heathens hand-spear, hostile warriors. Twas bright within, as when from the sky there shines unclouded, By the wall then went he; his weapon raised, angry and eager. who could brighten and burnish the battle-mask; and those weeds of war that were wont to brave, no glee-woods gladness! to the youthful thane: bade him use them in joy. the mother of Grendel. though of sons of earth his strength was greatest. he swung his blade, and the blow withheld not. iron was its edge, all etched with poison, with battle-blood hardened, nor blenched it at fight, to folksteadof foes. Comes Wealhtheow forth. . in his final feud, neath the fighting-mask, dearest of blades, when the Danish slew him. shall I prove him the prowess and pride of the Geats, ether-robed sun from the south shall beam!. brandished in battle, could bite that helm. beloved of his liegemen, to land of Brondings. Next is the scene where Grendels mother seeks her revenge. gold-friend of men, now I go on this quest, should lose my life, thou wouldst loyal bide. Hrothgar: Beowulf - I am Hrothgar! what fate might come, and I cared for mine own; From the Ruler-of-Man no wrath shall seize me. a gold-wove banner; let billows take him. forgets he and spurns, with all God has sent him. it had come to the end of its earth-hall joys. This is the epic legend of Beowulf's battle which that dragon-of-earth had erst inflicted. Stoutly stood with his shield high-raised, Now, spire by spire, fast sped and glided. make pact of peace, or compound for gold: great fee for the feud from his fiendish hands. nor hoped from the seamen to save his hoard. of houses neath heaven, where Hrothgar lived. thronging threatened. till he found in a flash the forested hill. in the doom of their lord, to a dreadful end. to offspring of Ecgwela, Honor-Scyldings. Hall-folk fail me, my warriors wane; for Wyrd hath swept them. Be glad with thy Geats; of those gifts be mindful. And ever since. But Naeglingwas shivered. because it tells us a lot about Anglo-Saxon life. and friendship find in the Fathers arms! No vestige now. Then an extraordinary From the height of the hill no hostile words. shot oer the shield-wall: the shaft held firm. to the land they loved, would lead them back! Beowulf is the eponymous hero from the Anglo-Saxon epic poem which is considered one of the most important works of Old English literature. for his fighting and feeing by far-off men. They held in common. loving clansmen, as late he charged them. His breast within. the royal riches, nor recks of his forebear. that battle-hand bloody from baneful foe. of life despairing. Beowulf is a poem that was written in old English around 1,000 years ago by an anonymous poet and is believed to be one of the most important pieces of English literature Was this hero so dear to him. to brave, and to rush on the ring-board hall. far oer the swan-road he fain would seek. who had made many vaunts, and was mindful of verses, in well-ranged words, of the warlike deeds. that wit could prompt in their wisest men. once more; and by peril was pressed again. twas judgment of God, or have joy in his hall. Warriors slept, whose hest was to guard the gabled hall, , that against Gods will the ghostly ravager. wail arose, and bewildering fear Then the bulwark-of-earlsbade bring within. Fingers were bursting, stood ready to greet the gray-haired man. they lauded at length. who sat at the feet of the Scyldings lord. to bide and bear, that his bairn so young, of the heir gone elsewhere;another he hopes not, as ward for his wealth, now the one has found. through the death-dyed winter dwelt with Finn, though powerless his ring-decked prow to drive, lashed by the winds, or winter locked them, the sunbright skies, that their season ever. Then was song and glee. So the Ring-Danes these half-years a hundred I ruled, wielded neath welkin, and warded them bravely, from spear and sword, till it seemed for me. in the strength of His spirit sendeth wisdom. If thy Hrethric should come to court of Geats, each man should visit who vaunts him brave.. Then for the third time thought on its feud. . Him the sturdy-in-war bespake with words, I am seeking to say to the son of Healfdene. and I fought with that brand. inside the stockade: stumbling in fury, he was better esteemed, that blade possessing. Now, Beowulf, thee. far oer the flood with him floating away. Came Wealhtheow forth. Who is Beowulf? At home I bided. when his brother fell, with broad brand smote, giants sword crashing through giants-helm, There were many to bind the brothers wounds. I was seven years old when the sovran of rings. that the earl made known his noble strain. with harryings horrid, that Hygelac perished. for the slaughters sake, from sight of men. and the Dragon. In the grave on the hill a hoard it guarded. March, then, bearing. Your KS2 students will also be able to have a go creating one themselves. and my blood-covered body hell bear as prey. We Gardena in geardagum, eodcyninga, rym gefrunon, hu a elingas ellen fremedon. Its watcher had killed, oft ends his life, when the earl no longer. In this activity your KS2 class will focus on adding the inverted commas or speech marks to complete the passage. my folks agreement. Bring the story to life with your pupils using our engaging PowerPoints, writing frames and vocabulary cards, to help them get to grips with the language of this popular legend. by that doomed one dyed, who in den of the moor. and Grendel's Mother, Beowulf Sore was the sorrow to Scyldings-friend. of that foul worm first came forth from the cave. Be guardian, thou, to this group of my thanes. and saying in full how the fight resulted. She greeted the Geats lord, God she thanked. that men their master-friend mightily laud. The swordsmen hastened. the howl of the loser, the lament of the hell-serf and sank in the struggle! far and wide oer folksteads many. broidered battle-flag, breastplate and helmet; he suffered no shame in that soldier throng. she had carried the corpse with cruel hands. with loathing deed, though he loved him not. yet the hero upheld him with helpful words, he wielded the Weder-Geats. for the last time greeting his liegemen dear. where Hygd made him offer of hoard and realm, the strength of her son to save their kingdom. I then in the waters tis widely known . kinsmen murdered, where most she had kenned. with strength of stroke all swords he wielded. Forlorn he looks on the lodge of his son. Before then, no Shielding elder would believe of hand-to-hand fights where Hygelac fell. that war-horns blast. What came of thy quest, my kinsman Beowulf, when thy yearnings suddenly swept thee yonder, in his wide-known woes? The doughty atheling. Thence Beowulf fled. Too few the heroes. Gruesome march. He sang who knew. the Ring-Danes, outrevelled, to rest had gone. 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. Image The latching power haughty Healfdene, who held through life. for the first move the monster would make. Then the haven-of-heroes, Healfdenes son. Branding and website by Howoco Uprose the mighty one, ringed with his men. Promised is she. blazoned with jewels: the blade had melted. he was fated to finish this fleeting life. No wish shall fail thee, if thou bidest the battle with bold-won life.. trusting the ground with treasure of earls. And I heard that soon passed oer the path of this treasure. but for pressure of peril, some princes thane. Full oft for less have I largess showered, fulfilled such deeds, that thy fame shall endure, we have fought, this fight, and fearlessly dared. Fire shall devour, and wan flames feed on the fearless warrior, when, sped from the string, a storm of arrows. This Beowulf reading comprehension activity has been created by teachers following the 2014 National Curriculum guidelines. oer stone-cliffs steep and strait defiles. This quiz includes images that don't have any alt text doomed mens fighting-gear. utterly lifeless, eaten up till Hrethelings fought in the fenced town. There grasped me firm. Now our folk may look, to Frisian and Frank the fall of the king. docx, 209.19 KB. I pray you, though, tell, the warriors leader his word-hoard unlocked:. Lo, now, this sea-booty, son of Healfdene. But Wyrd denied it, and victorys honors. in sorrowful songs, how ceaselessly Grendel. no hero neath heaven, who harbored that freight! where foemen fought with furious clashings, that broke from the barrow. manacled tight by the man who of all men through days of warfare this world endures! 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. Untrod is their home; by wolf-cliffs haunt they and windy headlands. Long was he spurned. such words of mildness as man should use. Although the who carried my gifts to the Geatish court, thither for thanks, he has thirty mens, against horror of Grendel. there was any power or person upon earth quailed and recoiled, but he could not escape. Then at the dawning, as day was breaking. I hope to give. the gleemans song. and wielded the war-place on Withergilds fall. under gold-crown goes where the good pair sit. death-marked dragged to the devils mere. It came in his mind. capable of wrecking their horn-rigged hall The barrow, new-ready, there laid within it his lordly heirlooms. THAT way he went with no will of his own. for the pain of their people. He, swiftly banished. his track to retrace; he was troubled by doubt. the high battle-helmet, the haughty spear, the corselet of rings. Din filled the room; the Danes were bereft. The dread of the land was desperate to escape, the rounds and the rings they had reft erewhile. and of hides assigned him seven thousand, with house and high-seat. felling in fight, since fate was with me. Beowulf portrays identical similarities of an Anglo-Saxon hero. Beowulf is the first epic poem that has ever been written. It is said that Anglo-Saxon heroes fit the characteristics of courage, generosity and faithfulness. Written by an anonymous author, the character Beowulf is the first hero in literature. This changed literature in many ways. A stout wave-walker. it had revelled by night, and anon come back, seeking its den; now in deaths sure clutch. He was overwhelmed, was it thence to go to the giver of rings. to the high-built hall, those hardy-minded. and sea-snakes and monsters. The text and all resources included. Heorogar was dead. and rushed on the hero, where room allowed. One of the most famous Anglo-Saxon short stories is "Beowulf," a epic poem that tells the story of a hero named Beowulf who fights and defeats a monster named Grendel and his mother. the wonder to witness. Winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1995 and Professor of Poetry at Oxford and Harvard universities, Seamus Heaney is perhaps the bestknown and most celebrated poet of the last fifty years. in the sore distress of their sovran lord. Then blazed forth light. The wound began. had passed in peace to the princes mind. that after death-day may draw to his Lord. How does Heaneys robust and muscular verse capture the thrilling excitement of the rest of the battle? his fathers offspring: outlawed he fled. He was desperate to flee to his den and hide Fell the corpse of the king into keeping of Franks. the warrior would not, they weened, again. Oer the stone he snuffed. No longer I tarry. high oer the hoard, of handiwork noblest. They placed in the barrow that precious booty. that rightfully ought to be owned by thee! that I wanted for nought in the wage I gained. though brief his respite. that bone-decked, brave house break asunder. fair lay earths breast; and fain was the rover, the guest, to depart, though more gladly he pondered. Now Beowulf bode in the burg of the Scyldings, in fame with all folk, since his father had gone.
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