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Ira

Epta Astera

Selre bi?hw?
?he his freond wrece, ?e he fela murne.
Aris, rices weard, uton hra?eron
Grendles magan gang sceawigan

Ic hit ?ehate: no he on helm losa?e on foldan f?, ne on fyrgen-holt,
Ne on gyfenes grund, ga ?he wille.

ac he hra?olde
Grendle forgyldan gu?sa fela,
? ?e geworhte to West-Denum
Oftor micle ?e on ?e si?onne he Hro?es heor?neatas
sloh on sweofote. He him ?lean forgeald,
ond hine ?eafde becearf.