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The chronicle passeth to the pillage by the Danes.

A cloud is on them—the vision fades—

And cries of woe and fear,
And sounds unblest of neighbouring war,
Are thronging on mine ear:
Long and loud was the battle-cry,
And the groans of them that died;
And once again the mist from the plain
Rolls up the Mendip side.