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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[Hur.]The battle joined; swords upon swords did ring;
Ælla was chafed, as lions maddened be;
Like falling stars, he did the javelin fling,
His mighty broadsword mighty men did slea,
Where he did come, the frighted foe did flee,
Or fell beneath his hand, as falling rain;
With such a fury he did on them dree,
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Ælla, thou art—but stay, my tongue, say nee;
How great I him may make, still greater he will be.
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