The Dawn in Britain by Charles M. Doughty |
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There Bladyn ceased, to chant, in the king's hall.
The people praise him, with tumultuous voice;
Whose lay hath pierced, with pity, their rude hearts.
Men say, have breathed the gods, in Bladyn's breast,
A chant, that sweeter is than the brown mead.
The king, anon, him sends his own full cup;
Bidding him drink, and keep the silver bowl,
In guerdon of his song. And he charged Kamlan,
Give the bard a beast's burden of bread-corn;
And yearling of his rams, and certain mead;
That might make Bladyn merry, with his friends.
The people praise him, with tumultuous voice;
Whose lay hath pierced, with pity, their rude hearts.
Men say, have breathed the gods, in Bladyn's breast,
A chant, that sweeter is than the brown mead.
The king, anon, him sends his own full cup;
Bidding him drink, and keep the silver bowl,
In guerdon of his song. And he charged Kamlan,
Give the bard a beast's burden of bread-corn;
And yearling of his rams, and certain mead;
That might make Bladyn merry, with his friends.
And joys the noble vates, to whom given,
Like to sweet birds, that chant in the sheen leaves,
With blissful voice, no substance of the gods.
Then, uprose king Duneda; uprose they all,
After the king; and draw them to their rests.
Like to sweet birds, that chant in the sheen leaves,
With blissful voice, no substance of the gods.
Then, uprose king Duneda; uprose they all,
After the king; and draw them to their rests.
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