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But hate in the buried Ogier Was strong as pain in hell, With bare brute hand from the inside He burst the shield of brass and hide, And a death stroke to the Roman's side Sent suddenly and well. BUT HATE IN THE VERY ARGYA WAS STRONG AS PAIN IN HELL WITH BARE BRUTE HAND FROM THE INSIDE HE BURST THE SHIELD OF BRASS AND HIDE AND A DEATH STROKE TO THE ROMAN SIDE SENT SUDDENLY AND WELL
in each abode; God of all good things done on earth, All wheels or webs of any worth, The God that makes the roof, Gurth, The God that makes the road. "The God that heweth kings in oak Writeth songs on vellum, God of gold and flaming glass, Confregit potentias Acrcuum, scutum, Gorlias, Gladium et bellum." Steel and lightning broke about him, Battle-bays and palm, All the sea-kings swayed among Woods of the Wessex arms upflung, The trumpet of the Roman tongue, The thunder of the psalm. And midmost of that rolling field Ran Ogier ragingly, Lashing at Mark, who turned his blow, And brake the helm about his brow, And broke him to his knee. Then Ogier heaved over his head His huge round shield of proof; But Mark set one foot on the shield, One on some sundered rock upheeled, And towered above the tossing field, A statue on a roof. Dealing far blows about the fight, Like thunder-bolts a-roam, Like birds about the battle-field, While Ogier writhed under his shield Like a tortoise in his dome. UITS LEAP UP IN ALL YOUR FARMS THE LAMPS IN EACH ABODE GOD OF ALL GOOD THINGS DONE ON EARTH ALL WHEELS OR WEBS OF ANY WORTH THE GOD THAT MAKES THE ROOF GURTH THE GOD THAT MAKES THE ROAD THE GOD THAT HEWETH KINGS IN OAK WRITETH SONGS ON VELLUM GOD OF GOLD AND FLAMING GLASS CONFRET PONTIUS ACAM SUCTUM GAULIS GLADIUM ET BELLAM STEEL AND LIGHTNING BROKE ABOUT HIM BATTLE DAYS AND PALM ALL THE SEA KINGS SWAYED AMONG WOODS OF THE WESSEX ARMS UPFLUNG THE TRUMPET OF THE ROMAN TONGUE THE THUNDER OF THE PSALM AND MIDMOST OF THAT ROLLING FIELD RAN OGYA RAGINGLY LASHING AT MARK WHO TURNED HIS BLOW AND BRAKE THE HELM ABOUT HIS BROW AND BROKE HIM TO HIS KNEE THEN ARGYA HEAVED OVER HIS HEAD HIS HUGE ROUND SHIELD OF PROOF BUT MARK SAT ONE FOOT ON THE SHIELD ONE ON SOME SUNDURNED ROCK UPHEAILED AND TOWERED ABOVE THE TOSSING FIELD A STATUE ON A ROOF DEALING FAR BLOWS ABOUT THE FIGHT LIKE THUNDER BOLTS A ROAM LIKE BIRDS ABOUT THE BATTLE FIELD WHILE OGYA WRITHED UNDER HIS SHIELD LIKE A TORTOISE IN HIS DOME
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