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From far-off lands, precious armour None I heard comelier, keel weighted With battle-weapons, war-gear, Blade and breastplate; on him lay Many a treasure, forced with him On the tide’s sway, to drift afar. No less on him had they bestowed A nation’s riches than those did Who had once launched him, Then a child, alone on the waves.

  Precious, Beowulf