"Twelve winters of grief for Hrothgar, king Of the Danes, sorrow heaped at his door By hell-forged hands." (Lines 62-64)
"Smashing their shining swords... Slashing and stabbing with the sharpest of points."(Lines 403-405)
"He was spawned in that slime, Conceived by a pair of those monsters born of Cane... The Almighty drove Those demons out ,..."(Lines 19-24)
"Saw the waves surging and blood Spurting through.... and would never Return to the living,..."(Lines 548-553)
"I'd use no sword, no weapon, if this beast Could be killed without it,... I mean to stand, not run from his shooting Flames, stand till fate decides Which of us wins." (Lines 613-622)
"None of his comrades Came to him, helped him, his brave and noble Followers; they ran for their lives,..."(Lines 691- 694)
"Then he saw, hanging on the wall, a heavy Sword, hammered by giants, strong And blessed with their magic,... Her body fell To the floor, lifeless,..."(Lines 513-524)
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