'Ride, forth to war,ye hosts of ruin, hate proclaiming!Foes we fear not, nor fell shadowsof the dark mountains demon-haunted!Hear now ye hills and hoar forest,ye awful thrones of olden godshuge and hopeless, hear and tremble!From the West comes war that no wind daunteth,might and purpose that no mist stayeth;lord of legions, light in darkness,east rides Arthur!' Echoes were wakened.The wind was stilled. The walls of rock'Arthur' answered.
Monday, January 6, 2014
The Fall of Arthur - Pg 21
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