“There the well-geared heroes Stepped upon the stem, while the stream of ocean Whirled the sea against the sand. To the ship, to its breast. Bright and carved things of cost carried then the heroes And the armour well-arrayed. So the men outpushed, On desired adventure, their tight ocean wood. Swiftly went above the waves, with a wind well-fitted, Likest to a fowl, the Floater, foam around its neck, Till about the same time, on the second day, The up-curvéd prow had come on so far, That at last the seamen saw the land ahead; Shining sea-cliffs, soaring headlands, Broad sea-nesses. So the Sailor of the Sea Reached the sea-way’s end.” _Beowulf_ l. 211. “This was the voyage, ending in a fiord with two high sea-capes at its entrance. The same kind of scenery belongs to the land whence they had set out. When Beowulf returns over the sea the boat groans as it is pushed forth. It is heavily laden; the hollow, under the single mast with the single sail, holds eight horses, swords and treasure and rich armours. The sail is hoisted, the wind drives the foam-throated bark over the waves, until they see the Geats’ Cliffs--the well-known sea-nesses. The keel is pressed up by the wind on the sand, and the ‘harbour-guard, who had looked forth afar o’er the sea with longing for their return’--one of the many human touches of the poem--‘fastens the wide-bosomed ship with anchoring chains to the strand, lest the violence of the waves should sweep away the winsome boat.’... At the end of the bay into which Beowulf sails is a low shore, on which he drives his ship, stem on. Planks are pushed out on either side of the prow; the Weder-folk slipped down on the shore, tied up their sea-wood; their battle-sarks clanged on them as they moved. Then they thanked the gods that the war-paths had been easy to them.... On the ridge of the hill above the landing-place the ward of the coast of the Scyldings sat on his horse, and saw the strangers bear their bright shields over the bulwarks of the ship to the shore. He rode down, wondering, to the sea, and shook mightily in his hands his heavy spear, and called to the men--” “Who are ye of men, having arms in hand, Covered with your coats of mail. Who your keel afoaming O’er the ocean street thus have urged along. Hither on the high sea!” * * * * * “Never saw I greater Earl upon this earth than is one of you; Hero in his harness. He is no home-stayer, ‘Less his looks belie him, lovely with his weapons. Noble is his air!” _Beowulf_, ll. 237-247.