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	==The Poem==		==The Poem==

			Athelstan King, <br>
			Lord among Earls,<br>
			Bracelet-bestower and<br>
			Baron of Barons,<br>
			He with his Brother,<br>
			Edmund Atheling,<br>
			Gaining a lifelong<br>
			Glory in battle,<br>
			Slew with the sword-edge<br>
			There by Brunnanburh,<br>
			Brake the shield-wall,<br>
			Hew'd the linden-wood,<br>
			Hack'd the battle-shield,<br>
			Sons of Edward with hammer'd brands.<br>
			Theirs was a greatness<br>
			Got from their grand-sires--<br>
			Theirs that so often in<br>
			Strife with their enemies<br>
			Struck for their hoards and their hearths <br>
			and their homes.<br>
			Bow'd the spoiler,<br>
			Bent the Scotsman,<br>
			Fell the ship-crews<br>
			Doom'd to the death.<br>
			All the field with blood of the fighters<br>
			Flow'd, from when the first the great<br>
			Sun-star of morning-tide<br>
			Lamp of the Lord God<br>
			Lord everlasting,<br>
			Glode over earth till the glorious creature<br>
			Sank to his setting.<br>
			There lay many a man<br>
			Marr'd by the javelin,<br>
			Men of the Northland<br>
			Shot over shield.<br>
			There was the Scotsman<br>
			Weary of war.<br>
			We the West-Saxons,<br>
			Long as the daylight<br>
			Lasted, in companies<br>
			Troubled the track of<br>
			the host that we hated;<br>
			Grimly with swords that were sharp<br>
			from the grindstone,<br>
			Fiercely we hack'd at the flyers before us.<br>
			Mighty the Mercian,<br>
			Hard was his hand-play,<br>
			Sparing not any of<br>
			Those that with Anlaf,<br>
			Warriors over the<br>
			Weltering waters<br>
			Borne in the bark's-bosom<br>
			Drew to this island-- <br>
			Doom'd to the death.<br>
			Five young kings put asleep by the sword-stroke,<br>
			Seven strong earls of the army of Anlaf<br>
			Fell on the war-field, numberless numbers, Shipmen<br>
			and Scotsmen.<br>
			Then the Norse leader--<br>
			Dire was his need of it,<br>
			Few were his following--<br>
			Fled to his war-ship;<br>
			Fleeted his vessel to sea with the king in it,<br>
			Saving his life on the fallow flood.<br>
			Also the crafty one,<br>
			Constantinus,<br>
			Crept to his North again,<br>
			Hoar-headed hero!<br>
			Slender warrant had<br>
			He to be proud of<br>
			The welcome of war-knives--<br>
			He that was reft of his<br>
			Folk and his friends that had<br>
			Fallen in conflict,<br>
			Leaving his son too<br>
			Lost in the carnage,<br>
			Mangled to morsels,<br>
			A youngster in war!<br>
			Slender reason had<br>
			He to be glad of<br>
			The clash of the war-glaive--<br>
			Traitor and trickster<br>
			And spurner of treaties--<br>
			He nor had Anlaf <br>
			With armies so broken<br>
			A reason for bragging<br>
			That they had the better<br>
			In perils of battle<br>
			On places of slaughter--<br>
			The struggle of standards,<br>
			The rush of the javelins,<br>
			The crash of the charges,<br>
			The wielding of weapons--<br>
			The play that they play'd with<br>
			The children of Edward.<br>
			Then with their nail'd prow<br>
			Parted the Norsemen, a<br>
			Blood-redden'd relic of<br>
			Javelins over<br>
			The jarring breaker, the deep-sea billow,<br>
			Shaping their way toward Dyflen again,<br>
			Shamed in their souls.<br>
			Also the brethren,<br>
			King and Atheling,<br>
			Each in his glory,<br>
			Went to his own in his own West-Saxonland,<br>
			Glad of the war.<br>
			Many a carcase they left to be carrion,<br>
			Many a livid one, many a sallow-skin--<br>
			Left for the white-tail'd eagle to tear it, and<br>
			Left for the horny-nibb'd raven to rend it, and<br>
			Gave to the garbaging war-hawk to gorge it, and<br>
			That gray beast, the wolf of the weald.<br>
			Never had huger<br>
			Slaughter of heroes<br>
			Slain by the sword edge--<br>
			Such as old writers<br>
			Have writ of in histories--<br>
			Hapt in this isle, since<br>
			Up from the East hither<br>
			Saxon and Angle from <br>
			Over the broad billow<br>
			Broke into Britain with<br>
			Haughty war-workers who<br>
			Harried the Welshman, when<br>
			Earls that were lured by the<br>
			Hunger of glory gat<br>
			Hold of the land.<br>

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Tennyson's poetic version of the [[Battle of Brunnanburh]] was largely taken from the prose translation by his son, Hallam. It was first published in ''Ballads and Other Poems'' in 1880. Despite the [[poetic meter]] differing from the original, it retains the alliterative style, and is quite acceptable for use within the [[SCA]].

==The Poem==

Tennyson's translation of the Battle of Brunnanburh - Revision history

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