1. FINDING CONNECTIONS BETWEEN BEOWULF AND GRENDEL Using Diction, Tone, Theme/Motif and Figurative Language

2. TWO COMPANION EXCERPTS: ONE FROM BEOWULF, ONE FROM GRENDEL Beowulf excerpt: That shepherd of evil, guardian of crime, Knew at once that nowhere on earth Had he met a man whose hands were harder; His mind was flooded with fear—but nothing Could take his talons and himself from that tight Hard grip. Grendel’s one thought was to run From Beowulf, flee back to his marsh and hide there: This was a different Herot than the hall he had emptied. 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. That trip to Herot Was a miserable journey for the writing monster! Grendel excerpt: It was just here, this shocking green, that once when the moon was tombed in clouds, I tore off sly old Athelgard’s head. Here, where the startling tiny jaws of crocuses snap at the late-winter sun like the heads of baby watersnakes, here I killed the old woman with the irongray hair. She tasted of urine and spleen, which made me spit. Sweet mulch for yellow blooms. Such are the tiresome memories of a shadow-shooter, earth- rim-roamer, walker of the world’s weird wall.

3. READ THE EXCERPT AND LOOK FOR SIMILARITIES IN DICTION, TONE, THEME/MOTIF AND FIGURATIVE LANGUAGE

4. LOOK FOR SIMILARITIES IN DICTION, TONE, THEME/MOTIF AND OTHER FIGURATIVE LANGUAGE Beowulf excerpt: That shepherd of evil, guardian of crime, Knew at once that nowhere on earth Had he met a man whose hands were harder; His mind was flooded with fear—but nothing Could take his talons and himself from that tight Hard grip. Grendel’s one thought was to run From Beowulf, flee back to his marsh and hide there: This was a different Herot than the hall he had emptied. 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. That trip to Herot Was a miserable journey for the writing monster! Grendel excerpt: It was just here, this shocking green, that once when the moon was tombed in clouds, I tore off sly old Athelgard’s head. Here, where the startling tiny jaws of crocuses snap at the late-winter sun like the heads of baby watersnakes, here I killed the old woman with the irongray hair. She tasted of urine and spleen, which made me spit. Sweet mulch for yellow blooms. Such are the tiresome memories of a shadow-shooter, earth- rim-roamer, walker of the world’s weird wall. Kennings Diction, Using conventions of Anglo-Saxon Poetry Images of death —Tone, the tone in Beowulf is triumphant while the same imagery is used to create a desolate, mechanical tone in Grendel