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Title: Great men and famous women : a series of pen and pencil sketches of the lives of more than 200 of the most prominent personages in history Volume 5
Year: 1894 (1890s)
Authors: Horne, Charles F. (Charles Francis), 1870-1942
Subjects: Biography
Publisher: New York : Selmar Hess
Contributing Library: Kelly - University of Toronto

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hee.Have I struck thee, brother, forgive it me? I am not hurt, O Olivier ;And in sight of God, I forgive thee here.Then to each other his head hath laid,And in love like this was their parting made. With hands clasped Sir Olivier cries to God for admittance into Paradise,and for a blessing on King Karl and France the fair, and above all on hisbrother Roland. Then his hands fall, his head sinks on his breast, and he passesaway. Filled with grief, Roland murmurs : * So many days and years gone by We lived together. And thou hast never done me wrong.Since thou art dead, to live is pain. Once more Roland turns to where Count Walter of Hum and the arch-bishop alone stand at bay : And the heathen cries, What a felon three !Look to it, lords, that they shall not flee. Count Walter falls at last, just as they hear the welcome sound of Charle-magnes trumpets, at which the Saracens flee, leaving Roland and the archbishopunconquered. But their end is near. Roland swoons, and the good archbishop.
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DENEUVILLt PINXI ROLAND AT RONCESVALLES. ROLAND 43 in attempting to bring water in the famous horn for the dying Paladin, tails fromloss of blood. Roland recovers only in time to see him die; then, as he feelsthat death is near him also, he looks once more on his goodly sword Durindana,and as he looks he cries : « Oh fair and holy, my peerless sword,What relics lie in thy pommel stored—Tooth of St. Peter, Saint Basils blood,Hair of St. Denis beside them strewed.Fragment of Holy Marys vest—Twere shame that thou with the heathen rest.Thee should the hand of a Christian serve.One who should never in battle swerve. In despair lest it fall into pagan hands he tries to break it in pieces, and themighty slashes he made in the rocks are still pointed out as the Brfeche de Ro-land. You remember Wordsworths lines : the Pyrenean breach,Which Roland clove with huge two-handed sway,And to the enormous labor left his name,Where unremitting frost the rocky crescents bleach. Surely Roland might

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