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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409615" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf XIX. -- King Olaf's War-Horns</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Strike the sails!' King Olaf said;<br>'Never shall men of mine take flight;<br>Never away from battle I fled,<br>Never away from my foes!<br>Let God dispose<br>Of my life in the fight!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Sound the horns!' said Olaf the King;<br>And suddenly through the drifting brume<br>The blare of the horns began to ring,<br>Like the terrible trumpet shock <br>Of Regnarock,<br>On the Day of Doom! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Louder and louder the war-horns sang<br>Over the level floor of the flood;<br>All the sails came down with a clang,<br>And there in the mist overhead<br>The sun hung red<br>As a drop of blood. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Drifting down on the Danish fleet<br>Three together the ships were lashed,<br>So that neither should turn and retreat;<br>In the midst, but in front of the rest<br>The burnished crest<br>Of the Serpent flashed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">King Olaf stood on the quarter-deck,<br>With bow of ash and arrows of oak,<br>His gilded shield was without a fleck,<br>His helmet inlaid with gold,<br>And in many a fold<br>Hung his crimson cloak. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the forecastle Ulf the Red<br>Watched the lashing of the ships;<br>'If the Serpent lie so far ahead,<br>We shall have hard work of it here,'<br>Said he with a sneer<br>On his bearded lips. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">King Olaf laid an arrow on string,<br>'Have I a coward on board?' said he.<br>'Shoot it another way, O King!'<br>Sullenly answered Ulf,<br>The old sea-wolf;<br>'You have need of me!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In front came Svend, the King of the Danes,<br>Sweeping down with his fifty rowers;<br>To the right, the Swedish king with his thanes;<br>And on board of the Iron Beard<br>Earl Eric steered<br>To the left with his oars. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'These soft Danes and Swedes,' said the King,<br>'At home with their wives had better stay,<br>Than come within reach of my Serpent's sting:<br>But where Eric the Norseman leads<br>Heroic deeds<br>Will be done to-day!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then as together the vessels crashed,<br>Eric severed the cables of hide,<br>With which King Olaf's ships were lashed,<br>And left them to drive and drift<br>With the currents swift<br>Of the outward tide. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Louder the war-horns growl and snarl,<br>Sharper the dragons bite and sting!<br>Eric the son of Hakon Jarl<br>A death-drink salt as the sea<br>Pledges to thee,<br>Olaf the King!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a><div class=q>
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'Never shall men of mine take flight;
Never away from battle I fled,
Never away from my foes!
Let God dispose
Of my life in the fight!' 

'Sound the horns!' said Olaf the King;
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