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Often the lonely receives love, The Creator’s help, though heavy with care Over the sea he suffers long Stirring his hands in the frosty swell, The way of exile. Fate never wavers. The wanderer spoke; he told his sorrows, The deadly onslaughts, the death of the clan, “At dawn alone I must Mouth my cares; the man does not live Whom I dare tell my depths Straight out. I see truth In the lordly custom for the courageous man To bind fast his breast, loyal To his treasure closet, thoughts aside. The weary cannot control fate Nor do bitter thoughts settle things. The eager for glory often bind Something bloody close to their breasts. “Wretched, I tie my heart with ropes Far from my home, far from my kinsmen Since a hole in the ground hid my chief Long ago. Laden with cares, Weary, I crossed the confine of waves, Sought the troop of a dispenser of treasure, Far or near to find the man Who knew my merits in the mead hall, Who would foster a friendless man, Treat me to joys. He who has put it to a test Knows how cruel a companion is sorrow For one who has few friendly protectors. Exile guards him, not wrought gold, A freezing heart, not the fullness of the earth. He remembers warriors, the hall, rewards, How, as a youth, his friend honored him at feasts, The gold-giving prince. Joy has perished, “He knows how it is to suffer long Without the beloved wisdom of a friendly lord. Often when sorrow and sleep together Bind the worn lonely warrior It seems in his heart that he holds and kisses The lord of the troop and lays on his knee His head and hands as he had before In times gone by at the gift-giver’s throne. When the friendless warrior awakens again He sees before him the black waves, Sea birds bathing, feathers spreading, Frost and snow falling with hail. The wounds of his heart are heavier, Sore after his friends. Sorrow is renewed When the mind ponders the memory of kinsmen; He greets them with joy; he anxiously grasps For something to say. They swim away again. The breasts of ghosts do not bring the living Much wisdom. Woe is renewed For him who must send his weary heart Way out over the prison of waves. “Therefore in this world I cannot think of a reason Why my soul does not blacken when I seriously consider All the warriors, tested at war, How they suddenly sank to the floor, The brave kinsmen. But this world Every day falls to dust. No man is wise until he lives many winters In the kingdom of the world. The wise must be patient, Never too hasty with feelings nor too hot with words Nor too weak as a warrior nor too witlessly brash Nor too fearful nor too ready nor too greedy for reward Nor even too feverish for boasting until testing his fibre. A man should wait before he makes a vow Until, like a true warrior, he eagerly tests Which way the courage of his heart will course. The good warrior must understand how ghostly it will be When all this world of wealth stands wasted As now in many places about this massive earth Walls stand battered by the wind, Covered by frost, the roofs collapsed. The wine halls crumbled; the warriors lie dead, Cut off from joy; the great troop all crumpled Proud by the wall. One war took, Led to his death. One a bird lifted Over the high sea. One the hoary wolf Broke with death. One, bloody-cheeked, A warrior hid in a hole in the ground. Likewise God destroyed this earthly dwelling Until the strongholds of the giants stood empty, Without the sounds of joy of the city-dwellers.” Then the wise man thinks about the wall And deeply considers this dark life. From times far away the wanderer recalls The deadly slashes and says, “What happened to the horse? What happened to the war-     rior? What happened to the gift-giver? What happened to the wine hall? Where are the sounds of     joy? Ea-la bright beaker! Ea-la byrnied warrior! Ea-la the chiefs majesty! How those moments went, Grayed in the night as if they never were! A wall still stands near the tracks of the warriors, Wondrously high! Worms have stained it. A host of spears hungry for carnage Destroyed the men, that marvelous fate! Storms beat these stone cliffs, A blanket of frost binds the earth, Winter is moaning! When the mists darken And night descends, the north delivers A fury of hail in hatred at men. All is wretched in the realm of the earth; The way of fate changes the world under heaven.     Here is treasure lent, here is a friend lent,     Here is a man lent, here is a kinsman lent.     All of the earth will be empty!” So spoke the wise in heart; he sits alone with his mystery. He is good to keep faith; grief must never escape A man’s heart too quickly unless with his might like a true     warrior He has sought a lasting boon. It is best for him who seeks love, Help from the heavenly Father where all stands firm.

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Comments to poolcleaner

dag says...

Bath salts - not even once.

poolcleaner said:

dag yo, thanks for making the only site that I visit once a day... other than netflix and, well, maybe xhamster or pornhub or -- what is that, xvideos? It's some porn site.

You have most graciously helped mankind in its quest to see all of the things. Except snuff and cp -- and I know that, however it must pain you, you made the right decision on that one.

All hail dag, the snuff and cp king! Wait no, anti snuff and anti cp. Wait... why am I typing this and not deleting the text? What's going on -- I'm thinking and it's typing oh my god I've been sifted

BEWARE THE SIFT!! BEWARE!!!

IT HAS BECOME SELF AWARE AND IS UPLOADING OUR SOULS!!!!!!!!

ARE YOU SO PROUD NOW HUH?! HUH! NOW THAT YOUR PRECIOUS CREATION IS TREATING PEOPLE LIKE THE NAZIS TREATED THE JETS... I MEAN NAZIS TREATED THE JETS. JETS CELEBRATE CHAWNICKA. OH MY GOD MY UPLOADED BRAIN HAS BEEN UPLOADED WITH GOOGLE'S WORTHLESS ANDROID AUTOCORRECT. I TYPED JETS WRONG ONE TIME AND NOW I'LL FOREVER REMEMBER THAT THE JETS ARE A FOOTBALL TEAM OR AN AIRCRAFT. WHO KNOWS, MAYBE AFTER 1,000 YEARS OF LIVING AS AN ONLINE ENTITY MAYBE I'LL BELIEVE JESUS WAS IN THE JEWS...

THA KS A LOB ASSWHOLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

siftbot says...

Happy anniversary! Today marks year number 6 since you first became a Sifter and the community is better for having you. Thanks for your contributions!


eric3579 says...

If you know of a site that has good quality streaming video of tv shows please do tell. I torrent most shows for better quality but if i didn't have to that would be awesome. Only site ive ever tried to use is this and quality and speed are pretty meh. http://www.free-tv-video-online.me/

poolcleaner said:

Man, there are so many sites where you can watch EVERY episode of television known to man. I guess the general public will always flock to the same overcrowded pool thinking it's the best evar.

siftbot says...

You just received a gift of 2 Power Points from an anonymous human being. Spend them well, and make your generous benefactor proud.

oritteropo says...

Much less Perhaps 10%-30% are near misses, the rest are the other kind (not always snuff, but not misses).

poolcleaner said:

So these near misses make up what percentage Russian truck videos? More or less than the snuff version of this compilation?

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