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Canto I.
HAROLD THE DAUNTLESS.
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And can'st thou, as my follower should,
Wade ancle-deep through foeman's blood,
Dare mortal and immortal foe,
The gods above, the fiends below,
And man on earth, more hateful still,
The very fountain-head of ill?
Desperate of life, and careless of death,
Lover of bloodshed, and slaughter, and scathe,
Such must thou be with me to roam,
And such thou can'st not be—back and home!"
Wade ancle-deep through foeman's blood,
Dare mortal and immortal foe,
The gods above, the fiends below,
And man on earth, more hateful still,
The very fountain-head of ill?
Desperate of life, and careless of death,
Lover of bloodshed, and slaughter, and scathe,
Such must thou be with me to roam,
And such thou can'st not be—back and home!"
XVIII.
Young Gunnar shook like an aspen bough,
As he heard the harsh voice and beheld the dark brow,
Young Gunnar shook like an aspen bough,
As he heard the harsh voice and beheld the dark brow,