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Alfred

An Heroic Poem, in Twenty-Four Books. By Joseph Cottle: 4th ed.
Cottle, Joseph (1770-1853)

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ALFRED
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BOOK I.
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BOOK II.
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BOOK III
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BOOK IV.
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BOOK V.
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BOOK VI.
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BOOK VII.
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BOOK VIII.
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BOOK IX.
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BOOK X.
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BOOK XI.
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BOOK XII.
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BOOK XIII.
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BOOK XIV.
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BOOK XV.
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BOOK XVI.
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BOOK XVII.
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BOOK XVIII.
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BOOK XIX.
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BOOK XX.
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BOOK XXI.
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BOOK XXII.
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BOOK XXIII.
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BOOK XXIV.

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Half loath to interrupt, Alfred thus spake.
‘My time is short. I now must bid adieu.
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‘Receive my thanks. Thy words, to mem'ry dear,
‘Not soon will be forgotten. Fare thee well!’—
The woodman grasp'd his hand. No words he spake.
After a pause, by silence sanctified,
Alfred re-pass'd the threshold.
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