Out drew Brihtnoth His sword from the sword-case: Broad and brown was the blade, and he bang'd it Swift came a back-stroke Might he no longer hold XV. Spake he a word yet,- Cheering his comrades, Look'd he to heaven :- Wielder of nations; ; Thank Thee for all the good I in this world have known! Now, O my Maker mild, Need have I most that Thou Good to my ghost shouldst grant, Where Thou art King and Lord, Yea, God, that never Hear now my prayer!" XVI. Then the heathen soldiers hew'd him; Fast by their chieftain, Alfnoth and Wulfmaer ; Sold they their lives. A. C. AUCHMUTY (from the Old English). III. HAROLD AND STAMFORD-BRIDGE. Address of Harold at a Banquet after the Battle. EARLS, Thanes, and all our countrymen! the day, Our day beside the Derwent will not shine Less than a star among the goldenest hours Of Alfred, or of Edward his great son, Or Athelstan, or English Ironside Who fought with Knut, or Knut who coming Dane Fought like a king; the king like his own man, One soul! and therefore have we shatter'd back In the large mouth of England, till her voice TENNYSON, Harold, Act IV. Sc. 3. IV. HAROLD AND SENLAC William (on the field of the dead). Wrap them together in a purple cloak And lay them both upon the waste sea-shore At Hastings, there to guard the land for which He did forswear himself—a warrior-ay, And but that Holy Peter fought for us, And that the false Northumbrian held aloof, I thought that all was lost. Since I knew battle, And that was from my boyhood, never yet— No, by the splendour of God-have I fought men Of English. Every man about his king Fell where he stood. They loved him: and, pray God I am king of England, so they thwart me not, And I will rule according to their laws. TENNYSON, Harold, Act v. Sc. 2. V. CIVIL WAR, AND THE CRUSADES. King Henry IV. No more the thirsty entrance of this soil Shall daub her lips with her own children's blood ; Shall now, in mutual well-beseeming ranks, Therefore, friends, As far as to the sepulchre of Christ— Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross, Forthwith a power of English shall we levy; SHAKSPERE, I Henry IV., Act i. Sc. 1. |