Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
Songs from The Princess, IVAlfred, Lord Tennyson (18091892)
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That beat to battle where he stands;
Thy face across his fancy comes,
And gives the battle to his hands:
A moment, while the trumpets blow,
He sees his brood about thy knee;
The next, like fire he meets the foe,
And strikes him dead for thine and thee.