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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician`s Tale; The Saga of King Olaf XVII. -- King Svend Of THenry Wadsworth Longfellow - Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician`s Tale; The Saga of King Olaf XVII. -- King Svend Of T
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Loudly the sailors cheered Svend of the Forked Beard, As with his fleet he steered   Southward to Vendland; Where with their courses hauled All were together called, Under the Isle of Svald   Near to the mainland. After Queen Gunhild`s death, So the old Saga saith, Plighted King Svend his faith   To Sigrid the Haughty; And to avenge his bride, Soothing her wounded pride, Over the waters wide   King Olaf sought he. Still on her scornful face, Blushing with deep disgrace, Bore she the crimson trace   Of Olaf`s gauntlet; Like a malignant star, Blazing in heaven afar, Red shone the angry scar   Under her frontlet. Oft to King Svend she spake, "For thine own honor`s sake Shalt thou swift vengeance take   On the vile coward!" Until the King at last, Gusty and overcast, Like a tempestuous blast   Threatened and lowered. Soon as the Spring appeared, Svend of the Forked Beard High his red standard reared,   Eager for battle; While every warlike Dane, Seizing his arms again, Left all unsown the grain,   Unhoused the cattle. Likewise the Swedish King Summoned in haste a Thing, Weapons and men to bring   In aid of Denmark; Eric the Norseman, too, As the war-tidings flew, Sailed with a chosen crew   From Lapland and Finmark. So upon Easter day Sailed the three kings away, Out of the sheltered bay,   In the bright season; With them Earl Sigvald came, Eager for spoil and fame; Pity that such a name   Stooped to such treason! Safe under Svald at last, Now were their anchors cast, Safe from the sea and blast,   Plotted the three kings; While, with a base intent, Southward Earl Sigvald went, On a foul errand bent,   Unto the Sea-kings. Thence to hold on his course, Unto King Olaf`s force, Lying within the hoarse   Mouths of Stet-haven; Him to ensnare and bring, Unto the Danish king, Who his dead corse would fling   Forth to the raven!
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