The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 57, July, 1862 by Various
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To this the lion replies,-- "Thank you for reminding me. I have many a knight and varlet here to pay you off for Laupen, and for the ill turn you did me at Morgarten; now you must wait here till I am even with you." Now drew the growling lion his tail in for a spring: Then spake the bull unto him, "Wilt have your reckoning? Hei! then nearer to us get, That this green meadow may with blood be growing wet." Then they began a-shooting against us in the grove, And their long lances toward the pious Federates move: Hei! the jest it was not sweet, With branches from the lofty pines down rattling at their feet. The nobles' front was fast, their order deep and spread; That vexed the pious mind; a Winkelried he said, "Hei! if you will keep from need My pious wife and child, I'll do a hardy deed. |
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