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But danger instant of the Roman arms,
Cunobelin, Lord of Britain, in swift chariots,
His heralds sends, to all kings of South Britons;
Bidding, to temple of the hanging-stones,
That stands, midst Belin's plain, lord of the Sun,
To sacrifice and common parliament.
Cunobelin, Lord of Britain, in swift chariots,
His heralds sends, to all kings of South Britons;
Bidding, to temple of the hanging-stones,
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To sacrifice and common parliament.
In Cassiobellan's Verulam, after this,
Was grievous sickness; and soon sore increased.
Then heard oft funeral wailing, in her streets:
Dies flower of valiant youth, were like have done
Proud deeds, in war with Rome. That ill on prince,
Now heavy lies, beloved Caratacus;
(Druids it ween, infection brought from Rome;
Derne whisper runs, in Red Adminius' locks!)
By him, the beauty of Embla wakes and weeps;
And watches, with her, martial Togodumnos.
Then made Cunobelin solemn sacrifice,
For his loved son; and Caradoc revives.
Was grievous sickness; and soon sore increased.
Then heard oft funeral wailing, in her streets:
Dies flower of valiant youth, were like have done
Proud deeds, in war with Rome. That ill on prince,
Now heavy lies, beloved Caratacus;
(Druids it ween, infection brought from Rome;
Derne whisper runs, in Red Adminius' locks!)
By him, the beauty of Embla wakes and weeps;
And watches, with her, martial Togodumnos.
Then made Cunobelin solemn sacrifice,
For his loved son; and Caradoc revives.
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