Alfred An Heroic Poem, in Twenty-Four Books. By Joseph Cottle: 4th ed. |
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‘Alfred (his spirit touch'd) thus answer made.
‘I will accept this harp, this rustic dress,
‘Memorials sacred!—If in man be truth,
‘And heaven should spare from the infuriate Danes,
‘Thou shalt for these receive beyond their worth.
‘Woodman! I would, but dare not utter more.
Hand me thine harp!—The monarch swept the chords.
‘I will accept this harp, this rustic dress,
‘Memorials sacred!—If in man be truth,
‘And heaven should spare from the infuriate Danes,
‘Thou shalt for these receive beyond their worth.
‘Woodman! I would, but dare not utter more.
Hand me thine harp!—The monarch swept the chords.
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