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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Har.I will to the West, and gather all my knights,
With bills that pant for blood, and shields as brede
As the y-broched moon, when white she dights
The woodland ground or water-mantled mead;
With hands whose might can make the doughtiest bleed,
Who oft have knelt upon their slaughtered foes,
Who with their feet o'erturn a castle-stede,
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Now will the men of England hail the day,
When Goddwyn leads them to the rightful fray.
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