Identifier: pageesquireknighlans (find matches)
Title: Page, esquire, and knight : a book of chivalry
Year: 1910 (1910s)
Authors: Lansing, Marion Florence, 1883-
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Publisher: Boston, New York (etc.) Ginn and company
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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he breathed a prayer that God would 122 PAGE, ESQUIRE, AND KNIGHT bless him, and King Charlemagne,and France,and last of all his brother Roland. So hepassed away, and Roland was left alone. M Since thou art dead, to live is pain,he cried. Once more he dashed into the press, andfought fiercely. Yet first he raised his hornand sounded it. It was but a feeble blast, forhis strength was near gone, but the answercame from sixty thousand clarions, for Char-lemagnes host was drawing nearer. Charlemagne ! Charlemagne ! cried theheathen. France is upon us. Let us flee ! And they turned and fled in dire panicfrom that field; but as they went the bravestof the Moslems hurled their weapons atRoland, for he alone of all the warriors wasleft. Yet he sank not then before their onset,but when they were gone he knew his endwas near. On a mound beneath a pine treehe laid him down to die, but ere he passedaway he thought of his good sword Durin-dana, and he knew that it must not fall intoheathen hands.
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124 PAGE, ESQUIRE, AND KNIGHT M Ah, Durindana, he cried, n thou wertgiven to Charlemagne to belong to a valiantcaptain, and he girded thee on me. Manyregions I have won with thee for him, butnow I must leave thee, and thou shalt neverfall in heathen hands. He struggled to his feet and smote withit upon a great rock. Yet had he not strengthto break it, but only to bend it past all use. That death was on him he knew full well;Down from his head to his heart it fell.On the grass beneath a pine-trees shade,With his face to earth, his form he laid,Beneath him placed he his horn and sword,And turned his face to the heathen horde.Thus hath he done the sooth to show,That Karl and his warriors all may know,That the gentle count a conqueror died.Mea Culpa full oft he cried;And, for all his sins, unto God above,In sign of penance, he raised his glove. So Charlemagne found Roland lying whenhe came to Ronceval, with his unsurrenderedsword beneath him and his face toward Spain. GODFREY, A KNIGHT OF

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