 | The Dawn in Britain |  |
Hark bruit! and is the mighty mingled tread,
Of horse and foot-folk; which, in this dim night,
Approach, with men that hold forth brands, in chariots.
Comes Golam, valorous lord of Moridunion,
Who Durotriges' caterfs leads; and Morag,
Son to the king Duneda, with Dumnonians.
Those princes leap to ground, out of their war-carts!
Of horse and foot-folk; which, in this dim night,
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Comes Golam, valorous lord of Moridunion,
Who Durotriges' caterfs leads; and Morag,
Son to the king Duneda, with Dumnonians.
Those princes leap to ground, out of their war-carts!
Taking their hands, which touch his glaive, for both
Those are his friends, stern Togodumnos smiles.
And they, which now of this day's battle heard;
And see the fresh-bound wounds, of many lords,
Stand silent, musing vengeance, their young hearts.
Them shows the Roman watchfires, Togodumnos!
And, his stern voice, warns captains of caterfs;
Must be to-morrow's battle, with much blood.
Those are his friends, stern Togodumnos smiles.
And they, which now of this day's battle heard;
And see the fresh-bound wounds, of many lords,
Stand silent, musing vengeance, their young hearts.
Them shows the Roman watchfires, Togodumnos!
And, his stern voice, warns captains of caterfs;
Must be to-morrow's battle, with much blood.
| The Dawn in Britain | |