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“Cwædon þæt he wære wyruld-cyninga, manna mildust ond mon-ðwærust, leodum liðost ond lof-geornost.”

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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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“Now! Forgive me not for what I say Much less what I feel... My lady, You the one who stole my soul and hid it thou heart My lady! Gave my this curse of love!... Love, love gave it life But at what cost? Now... Now I know not what is to belong to my self I have lost my will to live if not by your side. But how tis' came to be? I know little of what came to pass but one thing I know My love for you is true I belong to you”

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Author:Alexander Caban Jr.
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