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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE GODODDIN: CONAN, by ANEIRIN
First Line: Conan's name, my lay, rehearse
Last Line: The crimson harvest of the foe.
Alternate Author Name(s): Aneurin; Neirin
First Line: Conan's name, my lay, rehearse
Last Line: The crimson harvest of the foe.
Alternate Author Name(s): Aneurin; Neirin
CONAN's name, my lay, rehearse,
Build to him the lofty verse,
Sacred tribute of the bard,
Verse, the hero's sole reward.
As the flame's devouring force;
As the whirlwind in its course;
As the thunder's fiery stroke,
Glancing on the shiver'd oak;
Did the sword of Conan mow
The crimson harvest of the foe.
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