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CHAPTER LXXXVI. HOW THORBIORN ANGLE
BROUGHT GRETTIR'S HEAD TO BIARG.
The Collected Works of William Morris | ||
[“O thou poor wretch, as sheep that flee]
[The good wife.]“O thou poor wretch, as sheep that flee
To treacherous ice when wolves they see,
So in the waves would ye have drowned
Your shame and fear, had ye but found
That steel-god hale upon the isle:
Now heavy shame, woe worth the while!
Hangs over the north country-side,
Nor I my loathing care to hide.”
CHAPTER LXXXVI. HOW THORBIORN ANGLE
BROUGHT GRETTIR'S HEAD TO BIARG.
The Collected Works of William Morris | ||