{"id":19470,"date":"2015-01-10T22:08:06","date_gmt":"2015-01-10T22:08:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/?p=19470"},"modified":"2020-03-18T23:59:04","modified_gmt":"2020-03-18T23:59:04","slug":"beowulf","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/?p=19470","title":{"rendered":"Beowulf"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Narrated by Derek Jacobi and Joseph Fiennes this is one of the most famous ancient sagas ever told, <strong>Beowulf<\/strong> tells the tale of a young Danish warrior called Beowulf who goes to the aid of King Hro\u00f0gar and his people, who are attacked by a half-man half-monster named Grendel.<\/p>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u2666 \u00a0\u25ca \u00a0\u2666\u00a0 \u00a0 1998 animation \u00a0\u2193<\/h5>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=QKjcoFZmKuA\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter  wp-image-50543\" src=\"http:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/beowulf.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"518\" height=\"518\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/beowulf.jpg 1200w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/beowulf-300x300.jpg 300w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/beowulf-1024x1024.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/beowulf-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/beowulf-768x768.jpg 768w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/beowulf-400x400.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 518px) 100vw, 518px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>\u2022\u2192<a href=\"http:\/\/classiclit.about.com\/library\/bl-etexts\/beowulf\/bl-beowulf-all.htm\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">http:\/\/classiclit.about.com\/library\/bl-etexts\/beowulf\/bl-beowulf-all.htm<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center;\">\u25ca \u00a0\u2666 \u00a0&#8216;Beowulf&#8217; \u00a0\u2193 by Seamus Heaney \u00a0(<span style=\"font-weight: bold; color: #000000;\">1939-2013)<\/span><\/h4>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Nobel Laureate <strong>Seamus Heaney&#8217;<\/strong>s new translation of Beowulf comes to life in this gripping audio. Heaney&#8217;s performance reminds us that Beowulf, written near the turn of another millennium, was intended to be heard not read.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2022 \u00a0Read <strong>\u2192<a href=\"http:\/\/www.dentonisd.org\/cms\/lib\/TX21000245\/Centricity\/Domain\/882\/Beowulf%20-%20Seamus%20Heaney.pdf\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">HERE<\/a>\u2190<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/AaB0trCztM0\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><em>\u2022 Introduction of the Danes<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>So. The Spear-Danes in days done by<br \/>\nAnd the kings who ruled them had courage and greatness.<br \/>\nWe have heard of those prince\u2019s heroic campaigns.<\/p>\n<p>There was <strong>Shield Sheafson<\/strong>, scourge of many tribes,<br \/>\nA wrecker of mead-benches, rampaging among foes.<br \/>\nThis terror of the hall-troops had come far.<br \/>\nA foundling to start with, he would flourish later on<br \/>\nAs his powers waxed and his worth was proved.<br \/>\nIn the end each clan on the outlying coats<br \/>\nBeyond the whale-road had to yield to him<br \/>\nAnd begin to pay tribute. That was one good king.<\/p>\n<p>Afterwards a boy-child was born to Shield,<br \/>\nA cub in the yard, a comfort sent by God to that nation.<br \/>\nHe knew what they had <em>tholed*<\/em>, \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 (*&#8217;<em>tholed&#8217; =\u00a0<\/em>suffered)<br \/>\nThe long times and troubles they\u2019d come through<br \/>\nWithout a leader; so the Lord of Life,<br \/>\nThe glorious Almighty, made this man renowned.<br \/>\nShield had fathered a famous son:<br \/>\n<strong>Beow<\/strong>\u2019s name was known through the north<br \/>\nand a young prince must be prudent like that,<br \/>\nGiving freely while his father lives<br \/>\nso that afterwards in age when fighting starts<br \/>\nsteadfast companions will stand by him<br \/>\nand hold the line. Behaviour that\u2019s admired<br \/>\nis the path to power among people everywhere.<\/p>\n<p>Shield was still thriving when his time came and he crossed over into the Lord\u2019s Keeping.<br \/>\nHis warrior band did what he bade them when he laid down the law among the Danes:<br \/>\nthey shouldered him out to the sea\u2019s flood, the chief they revered who had long ruled them.<\/p>\n<p>A ring-whorled prow rode in the harbor, ice\u2013clad, outbound, a craft for a prince.<br \/>\nThey stretched their beloved lord in his boat,<br \/>\nLaid out by the mast, amidships, the great ring-giver.<br \/>\nFar-fetched treasures were piled upon him, and precious gear.<br \/>\nI never heard before of a ship so well furbished<br \/>\nWith battle tackle, bladed weapons and coats of mail.<br \/>\nThe massed treasure\u00a0was loaded on top of him:<br \/>\nit would travel far on out into the ocean\u2019s sway.<br \/>\nThey decked his body no less bountifully with offerings than those first ones did<br \/>\nWho cast him away when he was a child and launched him alone out over the waves.<br \/>\nAnd they set a gold standard up, \u00a0high above his head and let him drift to wind and tide,<br \/>\nbewailing him and mourning their loss. No man can tell<br \/>\nNo wise man in hall or weathered veteran knows for certain who salvaged that load.<\/p>\n<p>Then it fell to <strong>Beow<\/strong> to keep the forts. He was well regarded and ruled the Danes<br \/>\nfor a long time after his father took leave of his life on earth.<br \/>\nAnd then his heir, the great <strong>Halfdane<\/strong>, held sway for as long as he lived, their elder and warlord.<br \/>\nHe was four times a father, this fighter prince:<br \/>\nOne by one they entered the world,\u00a0<strong>Heorogar, Hrothgar<\/strong>, the good <strong>Halga<\/strong>,<br \/>\nAnd a daughter, I have heard, who was Onela\u2019s queen,<br \/>\nA balm in bed for the battle-scarred Swede.<\/p>\n<p>The fortunes of war favored <strong>Hrothgar<\/strong>.<br \/>\nFriends and kinsmen flocked to his ranks, young followers, a force that grew to be a mighty army.<br \/>\nSo his mind turned \u00a0to hall-building: he handed down orders<br \/>\nFor men to work on a great mead-hall meant to be a wonder of the world forever;<br \/>\nIt would be his throne-room and there he would dispense<br \/>\nHis God-given goods to young and old\u2014 But not the common land or people\u2019s lives.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Far and wide through the world, I have heard,<br \/>\nOrders for the work to adorn that wallstead were sent to many peoples.<br \/>\nAnd soon it stood there, finished and ready, in full view,<br \/>\nThe hall of halls.<br \/>\nHeorot was the name \u00a0he had settled on it, whose utterance was law.<br \/>\nNor did he renege, but doled out rings\u00a0and torques at the table.<br \/>\nThe hall towered, its gables wide and high and awaiting<br \/>\nA barbarous burning. That doom abided,<br \/>\nBut in time it would come: the killer instinct<br \/>\nUnleashed among in-laws, the blood-lust rampant.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><em>[Grendel Attacks Herot]<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Then a powerful demon, a prowler through the dark,<br \/>\nNursed a hard grievance. It harrowed him<br \/>\nTo hear the din of the loud banquet<br \/>\nEvery day in the hall, the harp being struck<br \/>\nAnd the clear song of a skilled poet<br \/>\nTelling with mastery of man\u2019s beginnings,<br \/>\nHow the Almighty had made the earth<br \/>\nA gleaming plain girdled with waters;<br \/>\nIn His splendour He set the sun and the moon<br \/>\nTo be earth\u2019s lamplight, lanterns for men,<br \/>\nAnd filled the broad lap of the world<br \/>\nWith branches and leaves; and quickened life<br \/>\nIn every other thing that moved.<\/p>\n<p>So times were pleasant for the people there<br \/>\nUntil finally one, a fiend out of hell,<br \/>\nBegan to work his evil in the world.<br \/>\n<strong>Grendel<\/strong> was the name of this grim demon<br \/>\nHaunting the marches, marauding round the heath<br \/>\nAnd the desolate fens; he had dwelt for a time<br \/>\nIn misery among the banished monsters,<br \/>\nCain\u2019s clan, whom the Creator had outlawed<br \/>\nAnd condemned as outcasts. For the killing of Abel<br \/>\nThe Eternal Lord had exacted a price:<br \/>\nCain got no good from committing that murder<br \/>\nBecause the Almighty mad him anathema<br \/>\nAnd out of the curse of this exile there sprang<br \/>\nOgres and elves and evil phantoms<br \/>\nAnd giants too who stove with God<br \/>\nTime and again until He gave them their reward.<\/p>\n<p>So, after nightfall, Grendel set out<br \/>\nFor the lofty house, to see how the Ring-Danes<br \/>\nWere settling into it after their drink,<br \/>\nAnd there he came upon them, a company of the best,<br \/>\nAsleep from their feasting, insensible to pain<br \/>\nAnd human sorrow. Suddenly then<br \/>\nThe God-cursed brute was creating havoc:<br \/>\nGreedy and grim, he grabbed thirty men<br \/>\nFrom their resting places and rushed to his lair,<br \/>\nFlushed up and inflamed from the raid,<br \/>\nBlundering back with the butchered corpses.<br \/>\nThen as dawn brightened and the day broke<br \/>\nGrendel\u2019s powers of destruction were plain:<br \/>\nTheir wassail was over, they wept to heaven<br \/>\nAnd mourned under morning. Their mighty prince,<br \/>\nThe storied leader, sat stricken and helpless,<br \/>\nHumiliated by the loss of his guard,<br \/>\nBewildered and stunned, staring aghast<br \/>\nAt the demon\u2019s trail, in deep distress.<br \/>\nHe was numb with grief, but got no respite<br \/>\nFor one night later merciless Grendel<br \/>\nStruck again with more gruesome murders.<br \/>\nMalignant by nature, he never showed remorse.<br \/>\nIt was easy then to meet with a man<br \/>\nShifting himself to a safer distance<br \/>\nTo bed in the <em>bothies*<\/em>, for who could be blind \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0(<em>* &#8216;bothies&#8217; =<\/em>\u00a0small huts or cottages)<br \/>\nTo the evidence of his eyes, the obviousness<br \/>\nOf that hall-watcher\u2019s hate? Whoever escaped<br \/>\nKept a weather-eye open and moved away.<\/p>\n<p>So Grendel ruled in defiance of right,<br \/>\nOne against all, until the greatest house<br \/>\nIn the world stood empty , a deserted wallstead.<br \/>\nFor twelve winters, seasons of woe,<br \/>\nThe lord of the Shildings suffered under<br \/>\nHis load of sorrow; and so, before long,<br \/>\nThe news was known over the whole world.<br \/>\nSad l<em>ays*<\/em> were sung about the beset king, \u00a0 \u00a0 <em>\u00a0(*&#8217;lays&#8217;<\/em> = stories about how things are)<br \/>\nThe vicious raids and ravages of Grendel,<br \/>\nHis long and unrelenting feud,<br \/>\nNothing but war; how he would never<br \/>\nParley or make peace with any Dane<br \/>\nNor stop his death-dealing nor pay the death-price.<br \/>\nNo counselor could ever expect<br \/>\nFair reparation from those rabid hands.<br \/>\nAll were endangered; young and old<br \/>\nWere hunted down by that dark death-shadow<br \/>\nWho lurked and swooped in the long nights<br \/>\nOn the misty moors; nobody knows<br \/>\nWhere these <em>reavers*<\/em> from hell roam on their errands. <em>\u00a0(*&#8217;reavers&#8217;<\/em> = raiders or pillagers)<\/p>\n<p>So Grendel waged his lonely war, inflicting constant cruelties on the people,<br \/>\nAtrocious hurt. He took over <strong>Heorot<\/strong>, haunted the glittering hall after dark,<br \/>\nBut the throne itself, the treasure-seat,<br \/>\nHe was kept from approaching; he was the Lord\u2019s outcast.<\/p>\n<p>These were hard times, heart-breaking\u00a0for the prince of the Shieldings;<br \/>\nPowerful counselors, the highest in the land, would lend advice,<br \/>\nPlotting how best the bold defenders might resist and beat off sudden attacks.<br \/>\nSometimes at pagan shrines they vowed offerings to idols, swore oaths<br \/>\nThat the killer of souls might come to their aid and save the people.<br \/>\nThat was their way,<br \/>\nTheir heathenish hope; deep in their hearts They remembered hell.<br \/>\nThe Almighty Judge of good deeds and bad, the Lord God,<br \/>\nHead of the Heavens and High King of the World, was unknown to them.<br \/>\nOh, cursed is he who in time of trouble has to thrust his soul<br \/>\nIn the fire\u2019s embrace, forfeiting help; He has nowhere to turn.<br \/>\nBut blessed is he who after death can approach the Lord<br \/>\nAnd find friendship in the Father\u2019s embrace.<\/p>\n<p>So that trouble time continued, woe that never stopped, steady affliction<br \/>\nFor Halfdane\u2019s son, too hard an ordeal.<br \/>\nThere was panic after dark, people endured<br \/>\nRaids in the night, <em>riven*<\/em> by the terror. \u00a0 \u00a0<em>\u00a0 (*&#8217;riven&#8217;<\/em> = to be split or torn apart)<\/p>\n<p>When he heard about Grendel, <strong>Hygelac<\/strong>\u2019s thane was on home ground, over in Geatland.<br \/>\nThere was no on else like him alive.<br \/>\nIn his day, he was the mightiest man on earth, high-born and powerful.<br \/>\nHe ordered a boat that would ply the waves. He announced his plan:<br \/>\nTo sail the swan\u2019s road and search out that king, the famous prince who needed defenders.<br \/>\nNobody tried to keep him from going,<br \/>\nNo elder denied him, dear as he was to them.<br \/>\nInstead, they inspected omens and spurred his ambition to go,<br \/>\nwhilst he moved about \u00a0like the leader he was, enlisting men,<br \/>\nThe best he could find; with fourteen others<br \/>\nThe warrior boarded the boat as captain, a\u00a0canny pilot along coast and currents.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><em>[ . . . \u00a0A hero arrives]<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">(Beowulf and his men traveled over a calm sea from Geatland to Denmark, and as they disembark, a Danish coast guard questions them- especially why they have come dressed for battle. The Geat leader answers\u2026 )<\/p>\n<p>The leader of the troop unlocked his word-hoard; the distinguished one delivered this answer:<br \/>\n\u201cWe belong by birth to the Geat people\u00a0and owe allegiance to Lord <strong>Hygelac.<\/strong><br \/>\nIn his day, my father was a famous man, a\u00a0noble warrior-lord name Ecgtheow.<br \/>\nHe outlasted many a long winter and went on his way.<br \/>\nAll over the world \u00a0men wise in counsel continue to remember him.<br \/>\nWe come in good faith to find your lord and nation\u2019s shield, the son of Halfdane.<br \/>\nGive us the right advice and direction.<br \/>\nWe have arrived here on a great errand to the lord of the Danes,<br \/>\nAnd I believe therefore \u00a0there should be nothing hidden or withheld between us.<br \/>\nSo tell us if what we have heard is true about this threat, whatever it is,<br \/>\nThis danger abroad in the dark nights,<br \/>\nThis corpse-maker mongering death in the Shildings\u2019 country.<br \/>\nI come to proffer my wholehearted help and counsel.<br \/>\nI can show the wise <strong>Hrothgar<\/strong> a way to defeat his enemy and find respite\u2014<br \/>\nIf any repose is to reach him, ever.<br \/>\nI can calm the turmoil and terror in his mind.<br \/>\nOtherwise, he must endure woes and live with grief for as long as his hall<br \/>\nStands at the horizon, on its high ground.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>(The coast guard recognizes the nobility in the Geat leader, and readily leads them to Heorot. The Geat soldiers leave their boat and carry their beautiful, ancient, and family battle-gear toward the mead-hall. Upon arrival, Wulfgar, a renowned fighter, similarly questions them about their intentions at Heorot. )<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">[ . . . ]<\/p>\n<p>The man whose name was known for courage, the Geat leader, resolute in his helmet,<br \/>\nAnswered in return: \u201cWe are retainers from Hygelac\u2019s band. <strong>Beowulf\u2019<\/strong>s my name.<br \/>\nIf your lord and master, the most renowned son of Halfdane, will hear me out<br \/>\nAnd graciously allow me to greet him in person, I am ready and willing to report my errand.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>\u00b7 \u00b7 \u00b7 Keep reading . . . page no 5 &#8230;<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/Zsxxg5P-DnY\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">(A war party is quickly formed, and they track Grendel\u2019s Mother to the fen where she lives. To the astonishment of the party, it is marked by the head of Hrothgar\u2019s slain friend; the blood from the severed head stirs up all kinds of sea monsters near the shore. Beowulf kills one with an arrow and brings it ashore allowing all to see the type of monsters that await him in the water. Unferth, too afraid to go into the water, gives Beowulf a mighty sword named Hrunting. Beowulf also dresses for battle with chain-mail, shield, and helmet. Beowulf reminds Hrothgar of his earlier words about the death of a warrior.)<\/p>\n<p>After these words, the prince of the Weather-Geats \u00a0was impatient to be away and plunged suddenly:<br \/>\nWithout further ado, he dived into the heaving depths of the lake.<br \/>\nIt was the best part of a day \u00a0before he could see the solid bottom.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The hero observed that swamp-thing from hell, the tarn-hag in all her terrible strength,<br \/>\nThen heaved his war-sword and swung his arm: \u00a0the decorated blade came down ringing<br \/>\nAnd singing on her head. But he soon found his battle-torch extinguished:<br \/>\nthe shinning blade \u00a0refused to bite. It spared her and failed the man in his need.<br \/>\nIt has gone through many \u00a0hand-to-hand fights, had hewed the armour<br \/>\nAnd helmets of the doomed, but there at last the fabulous powers of that heirloom failed.<\/p>\n<p>Hygelac\u2019s kinsman kept thinking about his name and fame: he never lost heart.<br \/>\nThen, in a fury, he flung his sword away.<br \/>\nThe keep, inlaid, worm-loop-patterned steel was hurled to the ground:<br \/>\nhe would have to rely \u00a0on the might of his arm.<br \/>\nSo must a man do\u00a0who intends to gain enduring glory in a combat.<br \/>\nLife doesn\u2019t cost him a thought.<br \/>\nThen the prince of War-Geats, warming to this fight<br \/>\nwith Grendel\u2019s mother, gripped her shoulder And laid about him in a battle frenzy:<br \/>\nHe pitched his killer opponent to the floor\u00a0But she rose quickly and retaliated,<br \/>\nGrappled him tightly in her grim embrace.<br \/>\nThe sure-footed fighter felt daunted, the strongest of warriors stumbled and fell.<br \/>\nSo she pounced upon him and pulled out a\u00a0broad, whetted knife:<br \/>\nnow she would avenge her only child. But the mesh of chain-mail<br \/>\non Beowulf\u2019s shoulder shielded his life, turned the edge and tip of the blade.<br \/>\nThe son of Ecgtheow would surely have perished<br \/>\nAnd the Geats lost their warrior under the wide earth<br \/>\nHad the strong links and locks of his war-gear not helped to save him: <strong>holy God<\/strong><br \/>\nDecided the victory. It was easy for the Lord, The Ruler of Heaven, to redress the balance<br \/>\nOnce Beowulf got back up on his feet.<\/p>\n<p>Then he saw a blade that boded well, a\u00a0sword in her armoury,<br \/>\nand ancient heirloom from the days of the giants, and ideal weapon,<br \/>\nOne that any warrior would envy,<br \/>\nBut so huge and heavy of itself only Beowulf could wield it in a battle.<br \/>\nSo the Shielding\u2019s hero, hard-pressed and enraged,<br \/>\nTook a firm hold of the hilt and swung the blade in an arc,<br \/>\nA resolute blow that bit deep into her neck-bone<br \/>\nAnd severed it entirely, toppling the doomed house of her flesh;<br \/>\nshe fell to the floor. . The sword dripped blood, the swordsman was elated.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The seafarers&#8217; leader made for land,\u00a0resolutely swimming, delighted with his prize,<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The mighty load he was lugging to the surface.\u00a0His things advanced in the troop to meet him<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Thanking God and taking great delight in seeing their prince back safe and sound<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Quickly the hero&#8217;s helmet and mesh shirt were loosed and unlaced<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The lake settled, clouds darkened both the bloodshot depths<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">With high hearts they headed away along footpaths and trails through the fields<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Roads that they knew, each of them wrestling<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">with the head they were carrying from the lakeside cliff<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Men king me in their courage and capable of difficult work<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">It was a task for four to hoist Grendel&#8217;s head on a spear<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">And bear it under strain to the bright hall<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Beowulf,\u00a0son of Ecgtheow, spoke:<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u00a0[. . . ]<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>Keep reading . . .\u00a0. . . verse 1570 &#8230; \u00a0page no 14<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Narrated by Derek Jacobi and Joseph Fiennes this is one of the most famous ancient sagas ever told, Beowulf tells the tale of a young Danish warrior called Beowulf who goes to the aid of King Hro\u00f0gar and his people, who are attacked by a half-man half-monster named Grendel.<\/p>\n<p> \u2666 \u25ca \u2666 1998 [&#8230;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":28,"featured_media":19471,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[170,227],"tags":[175,262,299],"class_list":["post-19470","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-stories","category-animated-cartoons","tag-story","tag-literature","tag-blighty","odd"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19470","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/28"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=19470"}],"version-history":[{"count":23,"href":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19470\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":50545,"href":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19470\/revisions\/50545"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/19471"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=19470"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=19470"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=19470"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}