What is the cause of Deor’s sadness? How does he console himself? Dichess with reference to the extract.

What is the cause of Deor’s sadness? How does he console himself?   Dichess with reference to the extract.

 

Deor is a minstrel or a poet. He was ousted by his rival poet from his rights and lands. Through recapitulation of his past association with the epic heroes such as Weland the smith, Theodoric, Eormanric, Deor wants to get consolation.

                   It tells the complaints of the minstrel who after years of service to his lord, “the man skilled in song.” The sad tone dominates the entire texture of the poem. However, the Deor tries to reign his hope to overcome his misfortune as evidence by the refrain of the poem: “His sorrow passed away; so will mine.”

 

How significant is the use of color, symbolism in the extract of Sir Gawain and the Green knight?

 

Sir Gawain and the Green Knight has been presented as vegetation myth. Even to a superficial observer, the Green Knight is a symbol of vegetation. Everything about him is green. His green beard is like a bush and along green hair which covers his chest and back. He carries a holy branch which is also green. He is as green verdure.

According to John spears, the Green Knight bears on unmistakable relation to the Green man ----The Jack the Wildman of the village festival of England and Europe. The Green knight symbolizes the descendant of the vegetation or Nature God whose death and resurrection of nature are the myth and ritual counterpart of the annual death and rebirth of nature. Even after his head was chopped off, he was alive and that shows the vitality and dynamism of nature. The author of the green has presumably showed an old vegetation God.

The struggle between the Green Knight and Sir Gawain is the struggle between spring and winter what applies to nature is equally applicable to human life.

          Finally, Francis Berry does not agree with the concept of “The life force” to signify the Green, but has ultimate energy of a symbol. All we can say that the poet’s awareness of the generic forces of life and growth richness, energy ----all seemingly independent of men. Choice or desire realizes itself in the image of “Green” Knight. 

 

Beowulf

Literary Touchstone Edition

Chapter XI

Then Grendel came from the moors by way of the misty crags, God; wrath by heavy on hm. The monster was of a mind to siege a human in the noble hall. He walked beneath the clouds towards the mead-hall until he saw with glee the golden hall of the man with its gilded woodwork. This was not the first time that hid sought Hrothgar homestead, but never before had he found such mighty warriors, such guardians of the hall.  

The accused rogue then came to the hall; the door opened when his fists struck it, even the sough it has been fastened with bolts of the axon, and he ripped open the house’s mouth in his furious rage. He then quickly trend over the paved floor, his ire streaming like flashes from his eyes, like a flame. He spied the band of heroes in the hall; the hardy linemen, that group of clansmen gathered together sleeping. Then his heart laughed, for the savage beast was in the mood to sever each soul’s life from its body before daybreak as he said this opportunity to state his slaughterhouse appetite. But destiny did not permit him to say more of mankind after that evening.

 

The mighty kinsman of Hygelac closely watched his cause for to see how the assassin would advance. Nor was the monster inclined to hesitate, but he promptly seized a sleeping warrior is his first move, tore him fiercely asunder, but his frame of bones, drank the blood of his veins and swallowed large morsels; momentarily, the corpse was devoured --- feet, hands, and all. Then he stepped further in, grasping at Beowulf with his hand, feeling with a fiendish claw for the reclining hero – who boldly grasped him, returning in kind with a grip on the arm. Then the monster of evil saw that he was in a man’s grip, stronger than he had ever met on the whole earth; his heart qualified, and he became alarmed --- he could not escape soon enough! He wanted to flee and seek his lair, that devil’s den. He could not now do what he had often done in days of long ago! Then the brave thane of Hygelac thought upon his evening’s boast, and he bounds up and grasped firm his foe, whose fingers crack in breaking. The fiend was making off, but the prince followed close behind. The monster desired to fling himself free, if at all he could, and fly for a way to the fens --- he knew that his fingers power was in the grip of a fearsome foe, this was a dire march to Heorot  that this devastating beast had made! 

 

A clamor filled the lobby, and the brew rest left all the Danes, manor tenants, classmate, and rulers. Both the bosses were maddened, and the structure reverberated with the strain of their battle; it was a marvel that the mead corridor stood firm, and that the reasonable house fell not to the ground – for it was secured inside and without with iron groups of tricky smithy ability. All things being equal, numerous gold adorned mead seats smashed from the ledge where the dreary adversaries wrestled. The most shrewd scylings had accepted that we men's strength could ever breale separated that start, bone cut house or unhinge it using any and all means – except if a's fire's grip ought to immerse it in smoke.

 

The clamor redoubled its intensity, and every Dare of the North was stricken with terrible fear, even those out on the wall when they headed the wailing when God’s foe let fly his dismal song, the cry of defeat, as hell’s servant howled in pain. He who among men was greatest in might during his life’s days held him too lightly.