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The Song of Roland
A traditional French epic
translated by Charles Kenneth Scott Moncrieff

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Charles the King, our Lord and Sovereign,
Full seven years hath sojourned in Spain,
Conquered the land, and won the western main,
Now no fortress against him doth remain,
No city walls are left for him to gain,
Save Sarraguce, that sits on high mountain.
Marsile its King, who feareth not God's name,
Mahumet's man, he invokes Apollin's aid,
Nor wards off ills that shall to him attain.
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King Marsilies he lay at Sarraguce,
Went he his way into an orchard cool;
There on a throne he sate, of marble blue,
Round him his men, full twenty thousand, stood.
Called he forth then his counts, also his dukes:
"My Lords, give ear to our impending doom:
That Emperour, Charles of France the Douce,
Into this land is come, us to confuse.
I have no host in battle him to prove,
Nor have I strength his forces to undo.
Counsel me then, ye that are wise and true;
Can ye ward off this present death and dule?"
What word to say no pagan of them knew,
Save Blancandrin, of th' Castle of Val Funde.

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+<center>'''[[The Song of Roland]] <br/>A traditional French epic<br/>translated by [[Charles Kenneth Scott Moncrieff]]'''</center>
-Mr. Jones, of the Manor Farm, had locked the hen-houses for the night, but was too drunk to remember to shut the popholes. With the ring of light from his lantern dancing from side to side, he lurched across the yard, kicked off his boots at the back door, drew himself a last glass of beer from the barrel in the scullery, and made his way up to bed, where Mrs. Jones was already snoring.
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-As soon as the light in the bedroom went out there was a stirring and a fluttering all through the farm buildings. Word had gone round during the day that old Major, the prize Middle White boar, had had a strange dream on the previous night and wished to communicate it to the other animals. It had been agreed that they should all meet in the big barn as soon as Mr. Jones was safely out of the way. Old Major (so he was always called, though the name under which he had been exhibited was Willingdon Beauty) was so highly regarded on the farm that everyone was quite ready to lose an hour's sleep in order to hear what he had to say.
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+Charles the King, our Lord and Sovereign,
+Full seven years hath sojourned in Spain,
+Conquered the land, and won the western main,
+Now no fortress against him doth remain,
+No city walls are left for him to gain,
+Save Sarraguce, that sits on high mountain.
+Marsile its King, who feareth not God's name,
+Mahumet's man, he invokes Apollin's aid,
+Nor wards off ills that shall to him attain.
+                    AOI.
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+King Marsilies he lay at Sarraguce,
+Went he his way into an orchard cool;
+There on a throne he sate, of marble blue,
+Round him his men, full twenty thousand, stood.
+Called he forth then his counts, also his dukes:
+"My Lords, give ear to our impending doom:
+That Emperour, Charles of France the Douce,
+Into this land is come, us to confuse.
+I have no host in battle him to prove,
+Nor have I strength his forces to undo.
+Counsel me then, ye that are wise and true;
+Can ye ward off this present death and dule?"
+What word to say no pagan of them knew,
+Save Blancandrin, of th' Castle of Val Funde.</poem>
+<div align="right">''[[The Song of Roland|continue reading...]]''</div>

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