 | The Dawn in Britain |  |
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Fighting, warlord, before hill-dune of Camulus;
Whence were blue Britons scattered to far woods;
Who scaped, in chariots, drave still that night forth.
Who, gainst next eve, to willows of the Ouse,
Arrive; to pasture, loose their fainting teams.
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