English poem
Then to them said Morunc: “Would there were nothing more
by Mary Pickering Nichols (1829–1915)
Then to them said Morunc: “Would there were nothing more, Beyond our own sad losses, for which our hearts are sore! Small reward will be given for the news we home shall carry, That Hettel dead is lying: far from Hilda fain would I longer tarry.”
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- Then, in the midst of uproar, they rode away from the shore
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