The Song of the Nibelungs (Medieval Literature Classic). Anonymous

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In all that maketh noble / he is a valiant knight and good.

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      "Many a deed of daring / of Metz Sir Ortwein wrought:

       For all was evil faring / whom he with broadsword caught,

       Doomed to die that instant, / or wounded sore to fall.

       And there thy valiant brother / did greater havoc work than all

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      "That e'er in storm of battle / was done by warrior bold.

       Of all those chosen warriors / let eke the truth be told:

       The proud Burgundian heroes / have made it now right plain,

       That they can free from insult / their country's honor well maintain.

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      "Beneath their hands was often / full many a saddle bare,

       When o'er the field resounding / their bright swords cut the air.

       The warriors from Rhine river / did here such victory win

       That for their foes 'twere better / if they such meeting ne'er had seen.

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      "Keen the knights of Tronje / 'fore all their valor showed,

       When with their stalwart followers / against their foes they rode;

       Slain by the hand of Hagen / must knights so many be,

       'Twill long be in the telling / here in the land of Burgundy.

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      "Sindold and Hunold, / Gernot's men each one,

       And the valiant Rumold / have all so nobly done,

       King Luedeger will ever / have right good cause to rue

       That he against thy kindred / at Rhine dared aught of harm to do.

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      "And deeds of all most wondrous / e'er done by warrior keen

       In earliest time or latest, / by mortal ever seen,

       Wrought there in lusty manner / Siegfried with doughty hand.

       Rich hostages he bringeth / with him unto Gunther's land.

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      "By his own strength subdued them / the hero unsurpassed

       And brought down dire ruin / upon King Luedegast,

       Eke on the King of Saxons / his brother Luedeger.

       Now hearken to the story / I tell thee, noble Princess fair.

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      "Them both hath taken captive / Siegfried's doughty hand.

       Hostages were so many / ne'er brought into this land

       As to the Rhine come hither / through his great bravery."

       Than these could never tidings / unto her heart more welcome be.

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      "With captives home they're hieing, / five hundred men or mo',

       And of the wounded dying / Lady shalt thou know,

       Full eighty blood-stained barrows / unto Burgundian land,

       Most part hewn down in battle / beneath keen Siegfried's doughty hand.

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      "Who message sent defiant / unto the Rhine so late

       Must now as Gunther's prisoners / here abide their fate.

       Bringing such noble captives / the victors glad return."

       Then glowed with joy the princess / when she the tidings glad did learn.

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      Her cheeks so full of beauty / with joy were rosy-red,

       That passed he had uninjured / through all the dangers dread,

       The knight she loved so dearly, / Siegfried with doughty arm.

       Good cause she had for joying / o'er all her friends escaped from harm.

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      Then spake the beauteous maiden: / "Glad news thou hast told me,

       Wherefor now rich apparel / thy goodly meed shall be,

       And to thee shall be given / ten marks of gold as well."

       'Tis thus a thing right pleasant / to ladies high such news to tell.

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      The presents rich they gave him, / gold and apparel rare.

       Then hastened to the casement / full many a maiden fair,

       And on the street looked downward: / hither riding did they see

       Many a knight high-hearted / into the land of Burgundy.

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      There came who 'scaped uninjured, / and wounded borne along,

       All glad to hear the greetings / of friends, a joyful throng.

       To meet his friends the monarch / rode out in mickle glee:

       In joying now was ended / all his full great anxiety.

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      Then did he well his warriors / and eke the strangers greet;

       And for a king so mighty / 'twere nothing else but meet

       That he should thank right kindly / the gallant men each one,

       Who had in storm of battle / the victory so bravely won.

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      Then of his friends King Gunther / bade tidings tell straightway,

       Of all his men how many / were fallen in the fray.

       Lost had he none other / than warriors three score:

       Then wept they for the heroes, / as since they did for many more.

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      Shields full many brought they / all hewn by valiant hand,

       And many a shattered helmet / into King Gunther's hand.

       The riders then dismounted / from their steeds before the hall,

       And a right hearty welcome

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