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large/5754/balladwhitehorse_1404_librivox_64kb_mp3/balladofthewhitehorse_01_chesterton_64kb
English
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The Northmen came about our land A Christless chivalry: Who knew not of the arch or pen, Great, beautiful half witted men From the sunrise and the sea. THE NORTHMEN CAME ABOUT OUR LAND A CHRISTLESS CHIVALRY WHO KNEW NOT OF THE ARCH OR PEN GREAT BEAUTIFUL HALF WITTED MEN FROM THE SUNRISE AND THE SEA
a Shape that moveth murkily In mirrors of ice and night, Hath blanched with fear all beasts and birds, As death and a shock of evil words Blast a man's hair with white. And the cry of the palms and the purple moons, Or the cry of the frost and foam, Swept ever around an inmost place, And the din of distant race on race Cried and replied round Rome. And there was death on the Emperor And night upon the Pope: And Alfred, hiding in deep grass, Hardened his heart with hope. A sea-folk blinder than the sea Broke all about his land, But Alfred up against them bare And gripped the ground and grasped the air, Staggered, and strove to stand. He bent them back with spear and spade, With desperate dyke and wall, With foemen leaning on his shield And roaring on him when he reeled; And no help came at all. He broke them with a broken sword A little towards the sea, And for one hour of panting peace, Ringed with a roar that would not cease, With golden crown and girded fleece Made laws under a tree.  GREAT GREEN STONE AND A SHAPE THAT MOVETH MURKILY IN MIRRORS OF ICE AND NIGHT HATH BLANCHED WITH FEAR ALL BEASTS AND BIRDS AS DEATH AND A SHOCK OF EVIL WORDS BLAST A MAN'S HAIR WHITE AND THE CRY OF THE PALMS AND THE PURPLE MOONS O THE CRY OF THE FROST AND FOAM SWEPT EVER AROUND AN INMOST PLACE AND THE DIN OF DISTANT RACE ON RACE CRIED AND REPLIED ROUND ROME AND THERE WAS DEATH UPON THE EMPEROR AND NIGHT UPON THE POPE AND ALFRED HIDING IN THE DEEP GRASS HARDENED HIS HEART WITH HOPE A SEA FOLK BLINDER THAN THE SEA BROKE ALL ABOUT HIS LAND BUT ALFRED UP AGAINST THEM BARE AND GRIPPED THE GROUND AND GRASPED THE AIR STAGGERED AND STROVE TO STAND HE BENT THEM BACK WITH SPEAR AND SPADE WITH DESPERATE DYKE AND WALL WITH FOEMEN LEANING ON HIS SHIELD AND ROARING ON HIM WHEN HE REELED AND NO HELP CAME AT ALL HE BROKE THEM WITH A BROKEN SWORD A LITTLE TOWARDS THE SEA AND FOR ONE HOUR OF PANTING PEACE RINGED WITH A ROAR THAT WOULD NOT CEASE WITH GOLDEN CROWN AND GIRDED FLEECE MADE LAWS UNDER A TREE
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