Mary Baldwin College - Bluestocking Yearbook (Staunton, VA)

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The Annual of Fell, doomed to their death; The field became slick With the blood of the slain ones, From the time that the sun rose In morning-tide, The glorious star, Brightening the earth, The bright candle of God, The all-glorious Father, Till the noble creation, Sank to its resting place. Man} ' a warrior la3% Killed by the foe ' s spear, Heroes of northern lands, Thrust over their shields. Likewise the Scottish men, Sad, weary with battles. The West-Saxons followed forth, All of the livelong day, The host, the hostile ones. They hacked at the flying ones. With sharpened sword points, Nor did Merica refuse A hand to hand battle. With one of the heroes, Of those who with Anlaf, Over the ocean Sought land in the ship ' s prow, Destined to fight. Likewise five youtliful kings, Lay on the battle-field, Asleep, b} ' the sword ' s edge; Seven earls of Anlaf, too. Unnumbered warriors. Sailors and Scottishmen.

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Zbc Hnnual -of— Zhc flDar Balbwin Seminar - Vol. VII. Staunton, Va., May, 1897. No. i. THE BATTLE OF BRUNANBURH. [Fioiii till ' .Vn j-lo-Saxon Cliroiiicle.] Here Athelstan King, Lord among earls, Chief of retainers, and Likewise his brother, Edward the Atheling, Won lasting glory, In the fight with the sword ' s edge. Round about Brunanburh. They cleft through the phalanx. Hewed down the warriors ' swords, The leavings of hammers, The young heirs of Edward. Thus it befitted their noble Descent from their kinsmen, That they often in battle, ' Gainst each of the hostile ones. Defended their lands, their home and their treasures. The enemy yielded. The Scots and the sailors

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The Maty Bald-win Scviinary There was routed, The chief of the Northmen, With the little army, Pushed by necessity Into the ship ' s prow; Tlie galley pushed out, Into the deep sea. Outside the king swerved Into the dark flood. Rescued his life. Thither likewise, Into his northern home, The experienced Constantine, Came with hasty flight. The hoary-haired warrior; He did not need to boast. Of the joining of weapons, Bereft of his kinsmen. Of friends on the battle-field; And his son he left Covered with wounds, Youthful in battle. He did not need to boast, Of the clashing of swords. The grizzly-haired chief, The hateful old warrior. Nor Anlaf more. With his army ' s remainder; They need not boast that they Excelled on the battle-field, In works of battle. In the conflict of banners. In the meeting of javelins, In the encounter of heroes. In the joining of weapons, After thev on the battle-field.