The Song of Roland

Author: Anonymous  | Date: 1050


King Marsilies he lay at Sarraguce,

Went he his way into an orchard cool;

There on a throne he sate, of marble blue,

Round him his men, full twenty thousand, stood.

Called he forth then his counts, also his dukes:

"My Lords, give ear to our impending doom:

That Emperour, Charles of France the Douce,

Into this land is come, us to confuse.

I have no host in battle him to prove,

Nor have I strength his forces to undo.

Counsel me then, ye that are wise and true;

Can ye ward off this present death and dule?"

What word to say, no pagan of them knew,

Save Blancandrins, of th’ Castle of Val Funde.


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Chicago: Anonymous, "II," The Song of Roland Original Sources, accessed December 10, 2023,

MLA: Anonymous. "II." The Song of Roland, Original Sources. 10 Dec. 2023.

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