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− | Here Athelstan king, | + | <table width="95%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"> |
− | of earls the lord, | + | <tr> |
− | + | <td rowspan="3" width="14%"> </td> | |
− | and his brother eke, | + | <td rowspan="3" width="86%"><poem> |
− | Edmund atheling, | + | Here Athelstan king, of earls the lord, rewarder |
− | elder of ancient race, | + | of heroes, and his brother eke, Edmund atheling, elder of ancient race, |
− | slew in the fight, | + | slew in the fight, with the edge of their swords, the foe at Brumby! The |
− | with the edge of their swords, | + | sons of Edward their board-walls clove, and hewed their banners, with the |
− | the foe at Brumby! | + | wrecks of their hammers. So were they taught by kindred zeal, that they |
− | + | at camp oft 'gainst any robber their land should defend, their hoards and | |
− | their board-walls clove, | + | homes. Pursuing fell the Scottish clans; the men of the fleet in numbers |
− | and hewed their banners, | + | fell; 'midst the din of the field the warrior swate. Since the sun was up |
− | with the wrecks of their hammers. | + | in morning-tide, gigantic light! glad over grounds, God's candle bright, |
− | So were they taught | + | eternal Lord! 'till the noble creature sat in the western main: there lay |
− | by kindred zeal, | + | many of the Northern heroes under a shower of arrows, shot over shields; |
− | that they at camp oft | + | and Scotland's boast, a Scythian race, the mighty seed of Mars! With chosen |
− | 'gainst any robber | + | troops, throughout the day, the West-Saxons fierce press'd on the loathed |
− | their land should defend, | + | bands; hew'd down the fugitives, and scatter'd the rear, with strong mill-sharpen'd |
− | their hoards and homes. | + | blades, The Mercians too the hard hand-play spared not to any of those that |
− | Pursuing fell | + | with Anlaf over the briny deep in the ship's bosom sought this land for |
− | the Scottish clans; | + | the hardy fight. Five kings lay on the field of battle, in bloom of youth, |
− | the men of the fleet | + | pierced with swords. So seven eke of the earls of Anlaf; and of the ship's-crew |
− | in numbers fell; | + | unnumber'd crowds. There was dispersed the little band of hardy Scots, the |
− | 'midst the din of the field | + | dread of northern hordes; urged to the noisy deep by unrelenting fate! The |
− | the warrior swate. | + | king of the fleet with his slender craft escaped with his life on the felon |
− | Since the sun was up | + | flood; and so too Constantine, the valiant chief, returned to the north |
− | in morning-tide, | + | in hasty flight. The hoary Hildrinc cared not to boast among his kindred. |
− | gigantic light! | + | Here was his remnant of relations and friends slain with the sword in the |
− | glad over grounds, | + | crowded fight. His son too he left on the field of battle, mangled with |
− | God's candle bright, | + | wounds, young at the fight. The fair-hair'd youth had no reason to boast |
− | eternal Lord! | + | of the slaughtering strife. Nor old Inwood and Anlaf the more with the wrecks |
− | 'till the noble creature | + | of their army could laugh and say, that they on the field of stern command |
− | sat in the western main: | + | better workmen were, in the conflict of banners, the clash of spears, the |
− | there lay many | + | meeting of heroes, and the rustling of weapons, which they on the field |
− | of the Northern heroes | + | of slaughter played with the sons of Edward. The northmen sail'd in their |
− | under a shower of arrows, | + | nailed ships, a dreary remnant, on the roaring sea; over deep water Dublin |
− | shot over shields; | + | they sought, and Ireland's shores, in great disgrace. Such then the brothers |
− | and Scotland's boast, | + | both together king and atheling, sought their country, West-Saxon land, |
− | a Scythian race, | + | in right triumphant. They left behind them raw to devour, the sallow kite, |
− | the mighty seed of Mars! | + | the swarthy raven with horny nib, and the hoarse vultur, with the eagle |
− | With chosen troops, | + | swift to consume his prey; the greedy gos-hawk, and that grey beast the |
− | throughout the day, | + | wolf of the weald. No slaughter yet was greater made e'er in this island, |
− | the West-Saxons fierce | + | of people slain, before this same, with the edge of the sword; as the books |
− | press'd on the loathed bands; | + | inform us of the old historians; since hither came from the eastern shores |
− | hew'd down the fugitives, | + | the Angles and Saxons, over the broad sea, and Britain sought, fierce battle-smiths, |
− | and scatter'd the rear, | + | o'ercame the Welsh, most valiant earls, and gained the land. </td> |
− | with strong mill-sharpen'd blades, | + | </tr> |
− | The Mercians too | + | <tr> </tr> |
− | the hard hand-play | + | <tr> </tr> |
− | spared not to any | + | </table> |
− | of those that with Anlaf | + | <p>(Ingram, p.84-87) </p> |
− | over the briny deep | ||
− | in the ship's bosom | ||
− | sought this land | ||
− | |||
− | Five kings lay | ||
− | on the field of battle, | ||
− | in bloom of youth, | ||
− | pierced with swords. | ||
− | So seven eke | ||
− | of the earls of Anlaf; | ||
− | and of the ship's-crew | ||
− | unnumber'd crowds. | ||
− | There was dispersed | ||
− | the little band | ||
− | of hardy Scots, | ||
− | |||
− | urged to the noisy deep | ||
− | by unrelenting fate! | ||
− | |||
− | with his slender craft | ||
− | escaped with his life | ||
− | on the felon flood; | ||
− | and so too Constantine, | ||
− | the valiant chief, | ||
− | returned to the north | ||
− | in hasty flight. | ||
− | The hoary Hildrinc | ||
− | cared not to boast | ||
− | among his kindred. | ||
− | Here was his remnant | ||
− | of relations and friends | ||
− | slain with the sword | ||
− | in the crowded fight. | ||
− | His son too he left | ||
− | on the field of battle, | ||
− | mangled with wounds, | ||
− | young at the fight. | ||
− | The fair-hair'd youth | ||
− | had no reason to boast | ||
− | of the slaughtering strife. | ||
− | Nor old Inwood | ||
− | and Anlaf the more | ||
− | with the wrecks of their army | ||
− | could laugh and say, | ||
− | that they on the field | ||
− | of stern command | ||
− | better workmen were, | ||
− | in the conflict of banners, | ||
− | the clash of spears, | ||
− | |||
− | and the rustling of weapons, | ||
− | which they on the field | ||
− | of slaughter played | ||
− | with the sons of Edward. | ||
− | The northmen sail'd | ||
− | in their nailed ships, | ||
− | a dreary remnant, | ||
− | on the roaring sea; | ||
− | over deep water | ||
− | |||
− | and Ireland's shores, | ||
− | in great disgrace. | ||
− | Such then the brothers | ||
− | both together | ||
− | king and atheling, | ||
− | sought their country, | ||
− | West-Saxon land, | ||
− | in right triumphant. | ||
− | They left behind them | ||
− | raw to devour, | ||
− | the sallow kite, | ||
− | the swarthy raven | ||
− | with horny nib, | ||
− | and the hoarse vultur, | ||
− | with the eagle swift | ||
− | to consume his prey; | ||
− | the greedy gos-hawk, | ||
− | and that grey beast | ||
− | |||
− | No slaughter yet | ||
− | was greater made | ||
− | e'er in this island, | ||
− | of people slain, | ||
− | before this same, | ||
− | with the edge of the sword; | ||
− | as the books inform us | ||
− | of the old historians; | ||
− | since hither came | ||
− | from the eastern shores | ||
− | the Angles and Saxons, | ||
− | over the broad sea, | ||
− | and Britain sought, | ||
− | fierce battle-smiths, | ||
− | o'ercame the Welsh, | ||
− | most valiant earls, | ||
− | and gained the land.<p> | ||
− | (Ingram, p.84-87) |
Revision as of 19:12, 1 February 2007
<poem>
Here Athelstan king, of earls the lord, rewarder of heroes, and his brother eke, Edmund atheling, elder of ancient race, slew in the fight, with the edge of their swords, the foe at Brumby! The sons of Edward their board-walls clove, and hewed their banners, with the wrecks of their hammers. So were they taught by kindred zeal, that they at camp oft 'gainst any robber their land should defend, their hoards and homes. Pursuing fell the Scottish clans; the men of the fleet in numbers fell; 'midst the din of the field the warrior swate. Since the sun was up in morning-tide, gigantic light! glad over grounds, God's candle bright, eternal Lord! 'till the noble creature sat in the western main: there lay many of the Northern heroes under a shower of arrows, shot over shields; and Scotland's boast, a Scythian race, the mighty seed of Mars! With chosen troops, throughout the day, the West-Saxons fierce press'd on the loathed bands; hew'd down the fugitives, and scatter'd the rear, with strong mill-sharpen'd blades, The Mercians too the hard hand-play spared not to any of those that with Anlaf over the briny deep in the ship's bosom sought this land for the hardy fight. Five kings lay on the field of battle, in bloom of youth, pierced with swords. So seven eke of the earls of Anlaf; and of the ship's-crew unnumber'd crowds. There was dispersed the little band of hardy Scots, the dread of northern hordes; urged to the noisy deep by unrelenting fate! The king of the fleet with his slender craft escaped with his life on the felon flood; and so too Constantine, the valiant chief, returned to the north in hasty flight. The hoary Hildrinc cared not to boast among his kindred. Here was his remnant of relations and friends slain with the sword in the crowded fight. His son too he left on the field of battle, mangled with wounds, young at the fight. The fair-hair'd youth had no reason to boast of the slaughtering strife. Nor old Inwood and Anlaf the more with the wrecks of their army could laugh and say, that they on the field of stern command better workmen were, in the conflict of banners, the clash of spears, the meeting of heroes, and the rustling of weapons, which they on the field of slaughter played with the sons of Edward. The northmen sail'd in their nailed ships, a dreary remnant, on the roaring sea; over deep water Dublin they sought, and Ireland's shores, in great disgrace. Such then the brothers both together king and atheling, sought their country, West-Saxon land, in right triumphant. They left behind them raw to devour, the sallow kite, the swarthy raven with horny nib, and the hoarse vultur, with the eagle swift to consume his prey; the greedy gos-hawk, and that grey beast the wolf of the weald. No slaughter yet was greater made e'er in this island, of people slain, before this same, with the edge of the sword; as the books inform us of the old historians; since hither came from the eastern shores the Angles and Saxons, over the broad sea, and Britain sought, fierce battle-smiths,o'ercame the Welsh, most valiant earls, and gained the land. |
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(Ingram, p.84-87)