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Grendell

A pover monster living down
In the darness, growled in pain, impation
As day after day, the music rank
Loud in that all the harp rejoincing
Call and the poet's clear song sung
The ancient begining of us all, recalling
The Alminthy making the earth, shaping
These bieautifull plains mark off by the oceans,
Then proudly setting the sun and moon,
To glow across the land and light it ;