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,”