| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909. | | | | Chorus from Goddwyn | | By Thomas Chatterton (1752–1770) |
| | | WHEN freedom, dress’d in bloodstained vest, | |
| To every knight her warsong sung, | |
| Upon her head wild weeds were spread, | |
| A gory anlace by her hung. | |
| She dancèd on the heath, | 5 |
| She heard the voice of death. | |
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| Pale-eyed affright, his heart of silver hue, | |
| In vain essayed her bosom to scale. | |
| She heard, onflemed, the shrieking voice of woe, | |
| And sadness in the owlet shake the dale. | 10 |
| She shook the armèd spear, | |
| On high she raised her shield, | |
| Her foemen all appear, | |
| And fly along the field. | |
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| Power, with his heasod straught into the skies, | 15 |
| His spear a sunbeam, and his shield a star; | |
| Alyche two flaming meteors rolls his eyes, | |
| Stamps with his iron feet, and sounds to war. | |
| She sits upon a rock, | |
| She bends before his spear, | 20 |
| She rises from the shock, | |
| Wielding her own in air. | |
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| Hard as the thunder doth she drive it on, | |
| Wit, closely mantled, guides it to his crown; | |
| His long sharp spear, his spreading shield is gone, | 25 |
| He falls, and falling, rolleth thousands down. | |
| War, gore-faced war, by envy armed, arist, | |
| His fiery helmet nodding to the air, | |
| Ten bloody arrows in his straining fist … | | | | |
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