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We fought with swords; when Harold fell. I saw him strugling in the twilight of death; that young chief so proud of his flowing locks[1]: he who spent his mornings among the young maidens: he who loved to converse with the handsome widows. * * * *
We fought with swords: we fought three kings in the isle of Lindis. Few had reason to rejoice that day. Many fell into the jaws of the wild-beasts, The hawk and the wolf tore the flesh of the dead: they departed glutted with their prey. The blood of the Irish fell plentifully into the ocean, during the time of that slaughter.
- ↑ He means Harold Harfax king of Norway.— Harfax (synonymous to our English Fairfax) signifies Fair-locks.
