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and swelling to the breeze. On, on, to victory or death! now rose the general cry; The minstrels sang, On, on, ye brave, to death or victory! Mark yonder ship, how straight she steers; ye knights and barons brave, 'Tis William's ship, and proud she rides, the foremost o'er the wave. And now we hailed the English coast, and, lo! on Beachy Head, The radiance of the setting sun majestical is shed. The fleet sailed on, till, Pevensey! we saw thy welcome strand; Duke William now his anchor casts, and dauntless leaps to land. The English host, by Harold led, at length appear in sight, And now they raise a deafening shout, and stand prepared for fight; The hostile legions halt a while, and their long lines display, Now front to front they stand, in still and terrible array. Give out the word, God, and our right! rush like a storm along, Lift up God's banner, and advance, resounding Roland's song! Ye spearmen, poise your lances well, by brave Montgomerie led, Ye archers, bend your bows, and draw your arrows to the head. They draw--the bent bows ring--huzzah! another flight, and hark! How the sharp arrowy shower beneath the sun goes hissing dark. Hark! louder grows the deadly strife, till all the battle-plain Is red with blood, and heaped around with men and horses slain. On, Normans, on! Duke William cried, and Harold, tremble thou, Now think upon thy perjury, and of thy broken vow. The banner[100] of thy armed knight, thy shield, thy helm are vain-- The fatal shaft has sped,--by Heaven! it hisses in his brain! So William won the English crown, and all his foemen beat, And Harold, and his Britons brave, lay silent at his feet. Enough! the day is breaking, cried the King: Away! away! be armed at my side, Without attendants, and to horse, to horse! CANTO THIRD. Waltham Abbey and Forest--Wild Woman of the Woods. At Waltham Abbey, o'er King Harold's grave A requiem was chanted; for last night A passing spirit shook the battlements, And the pale monk, at midnight, as he watched The lamp, beheld it tremble; whilst the shrines Shook, as the deep foundations of the fane Were moved. Oh! pray for Harold's soul! he cried. And now, at matin bell, the monks were met, And slowly pacing round the grave, they sang: DIRGE. Peace, oh! peace, be to the shade 10
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