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"The wheel of the roaring stillness Of all labours under the sun, Speed the wild work as well at least As the whole world's work is done. THE WHEEL OF THE ROARING STILLNESS OF ALL LABORS UNDER THE SUN SPEED THE WILD WORK AS WELL AT LEAST AS THE WHOLE WORLD'S WORK IS DONE
 Danish poles, Having hewn a chamber in a ditch, And hounded like a howling witch, Or smoked to death in holes? "Or that before the red cock crow All we, a thousand strong, Go down the dark road to God's house, Singing a Wessex song? "To sweat a slave to a race of slaves, To drink up infamy? No, brothers, by your leave, I think Death is a better ale to drink, And by all the stars of Christ that sink, The Danes shall drink with me. "To grow old cowed in a conquered land, With the sun itself discrowned, To see trees crouch and cattle slink-- Death is a better ale to drink, And by high Death on the fell brink That flagon shall go round. "Though dead are all the paladins Whom glory had in ken, Though all your thunder-sworded thanes With proud hearts died among the Danes, While a man remains, great war remains: Now is a war of men. "The men that tear the furrows, The men that fell the trees, When all their lords be lost and dead The bondsmen of the earth shall tread The tyrants of the seas. ETHER IT IS BETTER TO BE PRODDED WITH DANISH POLES HAVING HEWN A CHAMBER IN A DITCH AND SOUNDED LIKE A HOWLING WITCH OR SMOKE TO DEATH IN HOLES OR THAT BEFORE THE RED COCK CROW ALL WE A THOUSAND STRONG GO DOWN THE DARK ROAD TO GOD'S HOUSE SINGING A WESSEX SONG TO SWEAT A SLAVE TO A RACE OF SLAVES TO DRINK UP INFAMY NO BROTHERS BY YOUR LEAVE I THINK DEATH IS A BETTER ALE TO DRINK AND BY ALL THE STARS OF CHRIST THAT SINK THE DANES SHALL DRINK WITH ME TO GROW OLD COWED IN A CONQUERED LAND WITH THE SUN ITSELF DISCROWNED TO SEE TREES CROUCH AND CATTLE SLINK DEATH IS A BETTER ALE TO DRINK AND BY HIGH DEATH ON THE FELL BRINK THAT FLAGON SHALL GO DOWN THROUGH DEATH ARE ALL THE PALADINS WHOM GLORY HAD IN KEN THOUGH ALL YOUR THUNDER SORDID FANES WITH PROUD HEARTS DIED AMONG THE DANES WHILE A MAN REMAINS GREAT WAR REMAINS NOW IS A WAR OF MEN THE MEN THAT TEAR THE FURROWS THE MEN THAT FELL THE TREES WHEN ALL THEIR LORDS BE LOST AND DEAD THE BONDSMEN OF THE EARTH SHALL TREAD THE TYRANTS OF THE SEAS
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