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STORIES FROM ENGLISH HISTORY, 
Spare the dread waste of blood, and take 
A brother’s clemenecy !” 1 
8, But no: the rebel’s echoed rage 
With tide of crimson rolls, 
With clang of shield, and cloven helm, 
And cry of parting souls.® 
Nor stayed that deadly passion-strife; 
Till v’er the blood-stained plain 
The flying Northmen wailed their kin, 
With haughty Tostig slain, 
9. Yet Harold ’mid that triumph hour 
His tent in sadness sought, 
And deemed the victory all too dear 
A brother’s blood had bought; 
While on that field the bleaching * bones 
For many a year did tell 
Where Peace, the Angel, strove, in vain, 
The Demon, War, to quell. 
—H. L. SIGOURNEY. 
(Slichtly altered.) 
THE WRECK OF THE WHITE SHIP (A.D. 1120). 
1. Light sped a bark from Gallia’s ® strand 
Across the azure main; 
And on her deck a joyous band— 
A vroud and courtly train-— 
1 Clemency, pardon. 2? Helm, helmet, armour for the head. 
* Parting souls, departing, dying. 
‘ Wailed their kin, mourned for their kindred or relatives. 
> Bleaching, turning white. 5 Gallia, Gaul, or France, 
dzure main, blue sea.