English poem
Argantyr
by Anna Seward
Hiaralmo’S future bane, Grasp’d with exultation vain, Fatal, fatal shall be found To thee, and thine, in cureless wound! By that wound ’tis now decreed HYDREK’S self at length shall bleed! HERVA, less thy long regret Had thy chiefs in combat met ANDGRYM’S sons, with warlike zeal, Met them in uncharmed steel.