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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 66 pages of information about Elene; Judith; Athelstan, or the Fight at Brunanburh; Byrhtnoth, or the Fight at Maldon; and the Dream of the Rood.
The war-wood clanged:  the king with host marched,
With army to battle.  Aloft sang the raven,
Dark and corpse-greedy.  The band was in motion. 
The horn-bearers blew,[5] the heralds called,
Steed stamped the earth.  The host assembled 55
Quickly for contest.  The king was affrighted,
With terror disturbed, after the strangers,
The Huns’ and Hreths’ host they[6] observed,
That it[7] on the Romans’ kingdom’s border
’Round the bank of the river a band assembled, 60
A countless crowd.  Heart-sorrow bore
The Romans’ ruler, of realm he hoped not
For want of force; had warriors too few,
Trusty comrades, ‘gainst th’ overmight
Of the brave for battle.  The army encamped, 65
The earls ’round the aetheling nigh to the river
In neighboring plain a night-long time,
After force of their foes they first beheld. 
Then in his sleep was shown to him,
To the Caesar himself where he slept ’mid his men, 70
By the victory-famed seen, a vision of dream. 
Effulgent it seemed him, in form of a man,
White and hue-bright, some one of heroes
More splendid appeared than ere or since
He saw ’neath the heavens.  From sleep he awaked 75
With boar-sign bedecked.  The messenger quickly,
Bright herald of glory, to him made address
And called him by name (the night-veil vanished): 
“To thee, Constantine, bade King of the angels,
Wielder of fates, his favor grant, 80
The Lord of Hosts.  Fear not for thyself,
Though thee the strangers threaten with terror,
With battle severe.  Look thou to heaven,
To the Lord of glory:  there help wilt thou find,
A token of victory.”  Soon was he ready 85
At hest of the holy, his heart-lock unloosed,
Upwards he looked as the messenger bade him,
Trusty peace-weaver.  He saw bright with gems
Fair rood of glory o’er roof of the clouds
Adorned with gold:  the jewels shone, 90
The glittering tree with letters was written
Of brightness and light:  “With this beacon thou
On the dangerous journey[8] wilt the foe overcome,
The loathly host let.”  The light then departed,
Ascended on high, and the messenger too, 95
To the realm of the pure.  The king was the blither
And freer from sorrow, chieftain of men,
In thoughts of his soul, for that fair sight.

   [1] Prince’s.

   [2] MS. ‘Huns,’ but Z. reads ‘Hugs.’  Cf.  W.

   [3] ‘O’er land of Burgundians,’ Gn.

   [4] Z. has no point, W. puts (;), Gn. (.)

   [5] ‘Hurried,’ Z.^3

   [6] ‘He,’ W.

   [7] ‘Which,’ Z.

   [8] ‘In the terrible danger,’ Gn.


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