| Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922. | | | | Mortal Combat | | By Mary Elizabeth Coleridge (18611907) |
| | | IT is because you were my friend, | |
| I fought you as the devil fights. | |
| Whatever fortune God may send, | |
| For once I set the world to rights. | |
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| And that was when I thrust you down, | 5 |
| And stabbd you twice and twice again, | |
| Because you dared take off your crown, | |
| And be a man like other men. | | | | |
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