第175章 CCLXXXVI
- The Song of Roland
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- 2015-12-26 18:14:06
Sees Tierris then 'that in the face he's struck, On grassy field runs clear his flowing blood;Strikes Pinabel on 's helmet brown and rough, To the nose-piece he's broken it and cut, And from his head scatters his brains in th' dust;Brandishes him on th' sword, till dead he's flung.
Upon that blow is all the battle won.
Franks cry aloud: "God hath great virtue done.
It is proved right that Guenelun be hung.
And those his kin, that in his cause are come."AOI.
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