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THENthebalefulfienditsfirebelchedout，andbrighthomesburned。Theblazestoodhighalllandsfolkfrighting。Nolivingthingwouldthatloathlyoneleaveasaloftitflew。
Widewasthedragon\'swarringseen，itsfiendishfuryfarandnear，asthegrimdestroyerthoseGeatishpeoplehatedandhounded。Tohiddenlair，toitshoardithastenedathintofdawn。
Folkofthelandithadlappedinflame，withbaleandbrand。Initsbarrowittrusted，itsbattlingandbulwarks：thatboastwasvain！
ToBeowulfthenthebalewastoldquicklyandtruly：theking\'sownhome，ofbuildingsthebest，inbrand-wavesmelted，thatgift-throneofGeats。Tothegoodoldmansadinheart，\'twasheaviestsorrow。