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“Wyrd oft nered unfaegne, eorl, ponne his ellen deah. Often, for undaunted courage, fate spares the man it has not already marked.”

Quote by Seamus Heaney

Book:Beowulf

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Beowulf

Beowulf is an Old English epic tale of heroism and the struggle against monsters, set in the Anglo-Saxon period. more

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Seamus Heaney
Seamus Heaney

Seamus Heaney was an Irish poet born on April 13, 1939, and passed away on August 30, 2013. He is renowned for his profound humanistic concerns and exquisite poetic skills, being one of the most influential poets of the 20th century. more

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