will Achilles be; My sword I brandish ; see, the Trojans flee ! Now Ill be Hector, when his angry blade A lane through heaps of slaughterd Grecians made ! And now my deeds, still, braver Til evince,I am no less than Edward the Black Prince.Give way, ye coward French! As thus he spoke, And aimd in… … WG POETRY FOR CHILDREN Ah ! where is now that boasted valour flown,That in the tented field so late was shown ?Achilles weeps, great Hector hangs his head,And the Black Prince goes whimpering to bed. 93
Children's poetry, English
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