Alfred An Heroic Poem, in Twenty-Four Books. By Joseph Cottle: 4th ed. |
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Like one o'er embers bent,
Pond'ring on black designs, when, lo! the fire
That seem'd extinguish'd, gives a sudden blaze,
And shows the face, the wrinkled brow, the eye
That pored on vengeance and all deadly plans,
Conceal'd before, so Hubba's face appear'd
With such possession of infuriate rage
When Ivar named his father. Thus he cried:
Pond'ring on black designs, when, lo! the fire
That seem'd extinguish'd, gives a sudden blaze,
And shows the face, the wrinkled brow, the eye
That pored on vengeance and all deadly plans,
Conceal'd before, so Hubba's face appear'd
With such possession of infuriate rage
When Ivar named his father. Thus he cried:
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