>Excerpts from Beowulf

The eager mariners mounted the prow;
Billows were breaking, sea against sand.
In the ship's hold snugle they stowed their trappings,
Gleaming armour and battle-gear:
Launched the vessle, the well-braced bark,
Seaward bound on a joyous journey.
Over breaking billows, with bellying sail
And foamy beak, like a flying bird
The ship sped on, till the next day's sun
Showed sea-cliffs shining, towering hills
And stretching headlands. The sea was crossed,
The voyage ended, the vessl moored.
And the Weder people waded ashore
With clatter of trappings and coats of mail;
Gave thanks to God that His grace had granted
Sea paths safe for their ocean-journey.