The Poetical Works of Thomas Chatterton with an essay on the Rowley poems by the Rev. Walter W. Skeat and a memoir by Edward Bell |
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XCII.
[Hur.]Through hamlets we will scatter death and dole,
Bathe in hot gore, and wash ourselves therein;
Gods! here the Saxons, like a billow, roll,
I hear the clashing swords' detested din!
Away, away, ye Danes, to yonder penne,
We now will make retreat, in time to fight again.
[Exeunt.
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