Alfred An Heroic Poem, in Twenty-Four Books. By Joseph Cottle: 4th ed. |
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Like one who on the wide sea cast away,
And in his little boat who long has toil'd,
Till, weary, he reclines, then calls to mind
The object of his toil, and strives again;
So Oddune felt, and to the king replied.
And in his little boat who long has toil'd,
Till, weary, he reclines, then calls to mind
The object of his toil, and strives again;
So Oddune felt, and to the king replied.
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