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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341617" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Battle Of Brunanburgh</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Athelstan King,<br> Lord among Earls,<br> Bracelet-bestower and<br> Baron of Barons,<br> He with his brother,<br> Edmund Atheling,<br> Gaining a lifelong<br> Glory in battle,<br> Slew with the sword-edge<br> There by Brunanburh,<br> Brake the shield-wall,<br> Hew'd the lindenwood,<br> Hack'd the battleshield,<br> Sons of Edward with hammer'd brands. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Theirs was a greatness<br> Got from their Grandsires--<br> Theirs that so often in<br> Strife with their enemies<br> Struck for their hoards and their hearths and their homes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Bow'd the spoiler,<br> Bent the Scotsman,<br> Fell the shipcrews<br> Doom'd to the death.<br> All the field with blood of the fighters<br> Flow'd, from when first the great<br> Sun-star of morningtide,<br> Lamp of the Lord God<br> Lord everlasting,<br> Glode over earth till the glorious creature<br> Sank to his setting.<br> There lay many a man<br> Marr'd by the javelin,<br> Men of the Northland<br> Shot over shield.<br> There was the Scotsman<br> Weary of war. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> We the West-Saxons,<br> Long as the daylight<br> Lasted, in companies<br> Troubled the track of the host that we hated;<br> Grimly with swords that were sharp from the grindstone<br> Fiercely we hack'd at the flyers before us. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Mighty the Mercian,<br> Hard was his hand-play,<br> Sparing not any of<br> Those that with Anlaf,<br> Warriors over the<br> Weltering waters<br> Borne in the bark's-bosom,<br> Drew to this island:<br> Doom'd to the death. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Five young kings put asleep by the sword-stroke,<br> Seven strong earls of the army of Anlaf<br> Fell on the war-field, numberless numbers,<br> Shipmen and Scotsmen. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Then the Norse leader,<br> Dire was his need of it,<br> Few were his following,<br> Fled to his warship;<br> Fleeted his vessel to sea with the king in it,<br> Saving his life on the fallow flood. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Also the crafty one,<br> Constantinus,<br> Crept to his north again,<br> Hoar-headed hero! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Slender warrant had<br> He to be proud of<br> The welcome of war-knives--<br> He that was reft of his<br> Folk and his friends that had<br> Fallen in conflict,<br> Leaving his son too<br> Lost in the carnage,<br> Mangled to morsels,<br> A youngster in war! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Slender reason had<br> He to be glad of<br> The clash of the war-glaive--<br> Traitor and trickster<br> And spurner of treaties--<br> He nor had Anlaf<br> With armies so broken<br> A reason for bragging<br> That they had the better<br> In perils of battle<br> On places of slaughter--<br> The struggle of standards,<br> The rush of the javelins,<br> The crash of the charges,<br> The wielding of weapons--<br> The play that they play'd with<br> The children of Edward. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Then with their nail'd prows<br> Parted the Norsemen, a<br> Blood-redden'd relic of<br> Javelins over<br> The jarring breaker, the deep-sea billow,<br> Shaping their way toward Dyflen again,<br> Shamed in their souls. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Also the brethren,<br> King and Atheling,<br> Each in his glory,<br> Went to his own in his own West-Saxonland,<br> Glad of the war. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Many a carcase they left to be carrion,<br> Many a livid one, many a sallow-skin--<br> Left for the white-tail'd eagle to tear it, and<br> Left for the horny-nibb'd raven to rend it, and<br> Gave to the garbaging war-hawk to gorge it, and<br> That gray beast, the wolf of the weald. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Never had huger<br> Slaughter of heroes<br> Slain by the sword-edge--<br> Such as old writers<br> Have writ of in histories--<br> Hapt in this isle, since<br> Up from the East hither<br> Saxon and Angle from<br> Over the broad billow<br> Broke into Britain with<br> Haughty war-workers who<br> Harried the Welshman, when<br> Earls that were lured by the<br> Hunger of glory gat<br> Hold of the land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Lord+Tennyson">Alfred Lord Tennyson</a><div class=q>
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 Lord among Earls,
 Bracelet-bestower and
 Baron of Barons,
 He with his brother,
 Edmund Atheling,
 Gaining a lifelong
 Glory in battle,
 Slew with the sword-edge
 There by Brunanburh,
 Brake the shield-wall,
 Hew'd the lindenwood..."></div>
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