STORIES FROM ENGLISH HISTORY. 
I yield thee all Northumbria’s realm, 
The choicest of my land: 
Lay down thine arms, disperse thy host, 
And clasp a brother’s hand.” 
"ut Tostig turned to Norway’s king, 
Behold my friend!” said he, 
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The parting of Harold and Tostig, 
What is thy monarch’s boon for him, 
If such his gifts to me?” 
+ Thus Harold answereth Norway’s lord: 
Troubler of earth and wave, 
Just seven good feet of English soil, 
I yield thee for a grave,”