THE GRENDEL. Grim was his smile to see the banquet spread; Fortune that night so many victims sent To please his gory tooth. In purpose firm Higlac's brave kinsman watched; and much he mused The hated foe. Nor sluggish was the Grendel : In former visits little had it cost To seize his sleeping victims, and their bones Near he drew, And with his hands the waking chieftain seized, To seek the shelter of his demon home. ELOVED cell, retirement's sweet abode ! glide, Wherein his nets the joyful fisher casts. A FAREWELL TO HIS CELL. At dawn his melody each songster pours, And flowing tears, I leave thy ivy'd roof. No more, when strangers' feet these precincts tread, Swift fades the splendour of this slippery world: |