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Red embers, falling from the burning shroud,
Great Sueno turns, and sees the flame behind
The youth obeys, -and, Aying o'er the fand,
Bent to support the flame, his thin array.
Groans, shouts, arms, men, a jarring discord sound, Gain on the sky and shake the mountains round.
Fierce MAGNUS, here, wou'd rash into the main: Young ALPIN, there, wou'd keep at bay the DANE. One pushes the swift boat into the sea; Thró' his bent back the faulchion cleaves its way:: Another dalhes to the ship the wave, And bends at once into a wat’ry grave; Spouts with departing breath the bubbling flood, And dyes the water with his foaming blood. Thus fought the men...-Behind the flame re
sounds, Gains on the fleet, and spreads its wasteful bounds. Great Magnus, burning at the dismal sight, Advancd with rage redoubled to the fight. –6 Degen’rate DANES”...-The raging warrior cries, “ The day is lost... Your fame, your honour dies! Advance,.... condense. your ranks, ---- bear on your
way, And sweep these daring striplings to the Tea." The men advance... - proceeds their haughty lord, And wounds the air with his impatient sword. * Bending, where Alpin, reapt the bloody plain, Turn, here's a man, turn,ftripling, here's a Dane!"
He said.--.-The Mountain-warrior turns his eyes,
At length on Magnus Fate deals home a wound;
The DANES beholding their commander dic, Start from their ranks, and in confusion fly. The youth pursues': the flames behind him roar Catch all the feet, and clothe with smoke the shore, Mean time great SUENO, DENMARK's valiant King, Round royal INDULPH bends the hostile ring.
Hemm'd in a circle of invading men,
And bring the stagg’ring en’my to the ground.
Thro? HARALD's founding helmet drives his sword: Stagg'ring he falls, his rattling arms resound, And in the pangs of death he bites the ground. Thro'.HILRIC's shield great INDULPH urg'd the
(pear, It pierc'd his breast, and smok'd behind in air: Groaning he finks; as when repeated strokes Bring headlong to the ground the slaughter'd ox. Brave GRAHAME thro' mighty Canute urg'd the
fpear, Where, 'twixt the helm and mail, the neck was bare. Press’d with the helm his pond'rous head inclin'd; He nodding falls, as trees o'erturn’d by wind.
While thus the en'my's front the chieftains wore, And pild with hostile trunks the fatal shore; By flow degrees their force declines away, Surrounding DENMARK gains upon the day. Great InduLPH stood amidst the warrior-ring; All give attention to their valiant king.
“ Hear me, ye chiefs,” the mournful monarch cries,
But still fierce DENMARK made a broken stand;
Thus, after fire thro' lanes its way has took,