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We hew'd with our Swords!
4. Heiden’s queen indulg’d our thirst of fame while to the hall of Odin we dispatch’d Helsinga’s race. Our galleys enter’d Iva’s flood. Keenly bit the feather'd arrow. Streams, gushing from the reeking wounds, soon tinged the red’ning torrent. Swords rung upon the breast-plate. Deathful weapons cleft the targe.
We hew'd with our Swords!
5. Methinks none from the battle turn’d till ’midst his winged steeds fierce Herraud died. While posting to the destin’d port, no Earl, of old, borne by the foaming coursers of the main, more fearless plough’d the sea-fowl’s haunt. Aye his dareful heart propell’d him headlong through the troubled fight.
