The Song of Roland

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Author: Anonymous  | Date: 1050

CLVI

The count Rollant has nobly fought and well,

But he is hot, and all his body sweats;

Great pain he has, and trouble in his head,

His temples burst when he the horn sounded;

But he would know if Charles will come to them,

Takes the olifant, and feebly sounds again.

That Emperour stood still and listened then:

"My lords," said he, "Right evilly we fare!

This day Rollant, my nephew shall be dead:

I hear his horn, with scarcely any breath.

Nimbly canter, whoever would be there!

Your trumpets sound, as many as ye bear!"

Sixty thousand so loud together blare,

The mountains ring, the valleys answer them.

The pagans hear, they think it not a jest;

Says each to each: "Carlum doth us bestead."

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Chicago: Anonymous, "CLVI," The Song of Roland in Library of the Future ® 4th Edition Ver. 5.0 (Irvine, CA: World Library, Inc., 1996), Original Sources, accessed April 22, 2018, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=CZ39W9NG69A79G1.

MLA: Anonymous. "CLVI." The Song of Roland, in Library of the Future ® 4th Edition Ver. 5.0, Irvine, CA, World Library, Inc., 1996, Original Sources. 22 Apr. 2018. www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=CZ39W9NG69A79G1.

Harvard: Anonymous, 'CLVI' in The Song of Roland. cited in 1996, Library of the Future ® 4th Edition Ver. 5.0, World Library, Inc., Irvine, CA. Original Sources, retrieved 22 April 2018, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=CZ39W9NG69A79G1.