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As the tall white devil of the Plague Moves out of Asian skies, With his foot on a waste of cities And his head in a cloud of flies; Or purple and peacock skies grow dark With a moving locust tower; Or tawny sand winds tall and dry, Like hell's red banners beat and fly, When death comes out of Araby, Was Eldred in his hour. AS THE TALL WHITE DEVIL OF THE PLAGUE MOVES OUT OF ASIAN SKIES WITH HIS FOOT IN A WASTE OF CITIES AND HIS HEAD IN A CLOUD OF FLIES OR PURPLE AND PEACOCK SKIES GROW DARK WITH A MOVING LOCUST TOWER OR TAWNY SAND WINDS TALL AND DRY LIKE HELL'S RED BANNERS BEAT AND FLY WHEN DEATH COMES OUT OF ARABI WAS ELDRED IN HIS HOUR
d round the fallen lord. The first blood woke the trumpet-tune, As in monk's rhyme or wizard's rune, Beginneth the battle of Ethandune With the throwing of the sword. BOOK VI. ETHANDUNE: THE SLAYING OF THE CHIEFS As the sea flooding the flat sands Flew on the sea-born horde, The two hosts shocked with dust and din, Left of the Latian paladin, Clanged all Prince Harold's howling kin On Colan and the sword. Crashed in the midst on Marcus, Ogier with Guthrum by, And eastward of such central stir, Far to the right and faintlier, The house of Elf the harp-player, Struck Eldred's with a cry. The centre swat for weariness, Stemming the screaming horde, And wearily went Colan's hands That swung King Alfred's sword. But like a cloud of morning To eastward easily, Tall Eldred broke the sea of spears As a tall ship breaks the sea. His face like a sanguine sunset, His shoulder a Wessex down, His hand like a windy hammer-stroke; Men could not count the crests he broke, So fast the crests went down.  BOOK SIX OF THE BALLAD OF THE WHITE HORSE BY G CHESTERTON THIS LIBER BOX RECORDING IS IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN BOOK SIX THE SLAYING OF THE CHIEFS AS THE SEA FLOODING THE FLAT SANDS FLEW ON THE SEA BORN HORDE THE TWO HOSTS SHOCKED WITH DUST AND IN LEFT OF THE LATIN PALADIN CLANGED ALL PRINCE HAROLD'S HOWLING KIN ON COLIN AND THE SWORD CRASHED IN THE MIDST ON MARCUS AGYA WITH GUTHRUM BY AND EASTWARD OF THE CENTRAL STIR FAR TO THE RIGHT AND FAINTLIER THE HOUSE OF THE ELF THE HARP PLAYER STRUCK ELDRED'S WITH A CRY THE CENTRE SWAT FOR WEARINESS STEMMING THE SCREAMING HORDE AND WEARILY WENT COLIN'S HANDS THAT SWUNG KING ALFRED'S SWORD BUT EAST LIKE A CLOUD OF MORNING TO EASTWARD EASILY TALL ELDRED BROKE THE SEA OF SPEARS AS A TALL SHIP BREAKS THE SEA HIS FACE LIKE A SANGUINE SUNSET HIS SHOULDER A WESSEX DOWN HIS HAND LIKE A WINDY HAMMER STROKE MEN COULD NOT COUNT THE CRESTS HE BROKE SO FAST THE CRESTS WENT DOWN
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