. The poetic and dramatic works of Alfred lord Tennyson. he brethren,King and Atheling,Each in his glory,Went to his own in his own West-Saxonland,Glad of the war. XIV Many a carcase they left to be carrion,Many a livid one, many a sallow-skin—Left for the white-taild eagle to tear it, andLeft for the horny-nibbd raven to rend it, andGave to the garbaging war-hawk to gorge it, andThat gray beast, the wolf of the weald. xv Never had hugerSlaughter of heroesSlain by the sword-edge —Such as old writersHave writ of in histories —Hapt in this isle, since -Up from the East hitherSaxon and Angle from
. The poetic and dramatic works of Alfred lord Tennyson. he brethren,King and Atheling,Each in his glory,Went to his own in his own West-Saxonland,Glad of the war. XIV Many a carcase they left to be carrion,Many a livid one, many a sallow-skin—Left for the white-taild eagle to tear it, andLeft for the horny-nibbd raven to rend it, andGave to the garbaging war-hawk to gorge it, andThat gray beast, the wolf of the weald. xv Never had hugerSlaughter of heroesSlain by the sword-edge —Such as old writersHave writ of in histories —Hapt in this isle, since -Up from the East hitherSaxon and Angle fromOver the broad billowBroke into Britain withHaughty war-workers whoHarried the Welshman, whenEarls that were lured by theHunger of glory gatHold of the land. ACHILLES OYER THE TRENCH[ILIAD, XVIII. 202] So saying, light-foot Iris passd away. Then rose Achilles dear to Zeus ; andround The warriors puissant shoulders Pal-las flung Her fringed segis, and around his head The glorious goddess wreathd agoldencloud, i Dublin. ACHILLES OVER THE TRENCH 6i5. Dante Alighieri And from it lighted an all-shining when a smoke from a city goes to heavenFar off from out an island girt by foes,All day the men contend in grievous warFrom their own city, but with set of sunTheir fires flame thickly, and aloft the glareFlies streaming, if perchance the neighbors roundMay see, and sail to help them in the war ;So from his head the splendor went to heaven. From wall to dyke he stept, he stood,nor joind The Achaeans — honoring his wise mo-thers word — There standing, shouted, and Pallasfar away Calld ; and a boundless panic shookthe foe. For like the clear voice when a trum-pet shrills, Blown by the fierce beleaguerers of atown, So rang the clear voice of ^Eakides ; And when the brazen cry of iEakides Was heard among the Trojans, alltheir hearts Were troubled, and the full-manedhorses whirld 6i6 BALLADS AND OTHER POEMS The chariots backward, knowing SIR JOHN FRANKLIN griefs at hand;
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