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1、 Gwin King of NorwayWhen Gwin， the son of Nore， Over the nations of the North His cruel sceptre bore； The nobles of the land did feed Upon the hungry poor； They tear the poor man”s lamb， and drive The needy from their door. The land is desolate； our wives And children cry for bread； Arise， and pull
2、the tyrant down！ Let Gwin be humbld！” Gordred the giant rous”d himself From sleeping in his cave； He shook the hills， and in the clouds The troubl”d banners wave. Beneath them roll”d， like tempests black， The num”rous sons of blood； Like lions” whelps， roaring abroad， Seeking their nightly food. Dow
3、n Bleron”s hills they dreadful rush， Their cry ascends the clouds； The trampling horse and clanging arms Like rushing mighty floods！ Their wives and children， weeping loud， Follow in wild array， Howling like ghosts， furious as wolves In the bleak wintry day. Pull down the tyrant to the dust， Let Gwi
4、n be humbld，” They cry， and let ten thousand lives Pay for the tyrant”s head.” From tow”r to tow”r the watchmen cry， O Gwin， the son of Nore， Arouse thyself！ the nations， black Like clouds， come rolling o”er！” Gwin rear”d his shield， his palace shakes， His chiefs come rushing round； Each， like an aw
5、ful thunder cloud， With voice of solemn sound： Like reard stones around a grave They stand around the King； Then suddenly each seiz”d his spear， And clashing steel does ring. The husbandman does leave his plough To wade thro” fields of gore； The merchant binds his brows in steel， And leaves the trad
6、ing shore； The shepherd leaves his mellow pipe， And sounds the trumpet shrill； The workman throws his hammer down To heave the bloody bill. Like the tall ghost of Barraton Who sports in stormy sky， Gwin leads his host， as black as night When pestilence does fly， With horses and with chariots And all
7、 his spearmen bold March to the sound of mournful song， Like clouds around him roll”d. Gwin lifts his handthe nations halt； Prepare for war！” he cries Gordred appears！his frowning brow Troubles our northern skies. The armies stand， like balances Held in th” Almighty”s hand； Gwin， thou hast fill”d th
8、y measure up： Thou”rt swept from out the land.” And now the raging armies rush”d Like warring mighty seas； The heav”ns are shook with roaring war， The dust ascends the skies！ Earth smokes with blood， and groans and shakes To drink her children”s gore， A sea of blood； nor can the eye See to the trembling shore！
