"Out from the marsh, from the footy of misty Hills and bogs, bearing God’s hatred Grendel came, hoping to kill Anyone he could trap on this trip to high Herot. He moved quickly through the cloudy night,Up from his swampland, sliding silently Toward that gold-shining hall. He had visited Hrothgar’s Home before, knew the way--"
"Then he stepped to another Still body, clutched at Beowulf with his claws, Grasped at a strong-hearted wakeful sleeper—And was instantly seized himself, claws Bent back as Beowulf leaned up on one arm.That shepherd of evil, guardian of crime,Knew at once that nowhere on earth Had he met a man whose hands were harder."
"But Higlac’s follower remembered his final Boast and, standing erect, stopped The monster’s flight, fastened those claws In his fists till they cracked, clutched Grendel Closer. The infamous killer fought For his freedom, wanting no flesh but retreat,Desiring nothing but escape; his claws Had been caught, he was trapped."
"All of Beowulf’s Band had jumped from their beds, ancestral Swords raised and ready, determined To protect their prince if they could. Their courage Was great but all wasted: they could hack at Grendel From every side, trying to open A path for his evil soul, but their points Could not hurt him, the sharpest and hardest iron Could not scratch at his skin, for that sin-stained demon Had bewitched all men’s weapons, laid spells That blunted every mortal man’s blade."
"The monster’s hatred rose higher,But his power had gone. He twisted in pain,And the bleeding sinews deep in his shoulder Snapped, muscle and bone split And broke. The battle was over, Beowulf Had been granted new glory: Grendel escaped,But wounded as he was could flee to his den,His miserable hole at the bottom of the marsh,Only to die, to wait for the end Of all his days."