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And Ogier, leaping up alive, Hurled his huge shield away Flying, as when a juggler flings A whizzing plate in play. AND ARGIA LEAPING UP ALIVE HURLED HIS HUGE SHIELD AWAY FLYING AS WHEN A JUGGLER FLINGS A WHIZZLING PLATE IN PLAY
he 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. 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. Then the great statue on the shield Looked his last look around With level and imperial eye; And Mark, the man from Italy, Fell in the sea of agony, And died without a sound. IM 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 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 THEN THE GREAT STATUE ON THE SHIELD LOOKED HIS LAST LOOK AROUND WITH LEVEL AND IMPERIAL EYE AND MARK THE MAN FROM ITALY FELL IN THE SEA OF AGONY AND DIED WITHOUT A SOUND
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