Then, entering Denmark, pour my eager host,

An unexpected torrent, on the coast.

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Thou, Trollio, strait to Soren Norbi send,

Our faithful subject, and unfailing friend;

Bid him with speed his gallant fleet dispose,

To man our ports against invading foes:

(My own brave troops will guard the conquests made,

Who every province, every town pervade)

Thyself to Norbi constant help afford,

And with thy prudence guide brave Otho's sword,

And you, my friends, to second each design.

Your arts, your counsels, and your arms combine."

And now (what time the westering orb of day,

Shot thro' the purpled clouds a mellower ray)

The soldiers, with their charge, the tower had gain'd,

Where, wrapt in fetters, Harfagar remain'd—

From whose tall top the eye unbounded threw

O'er all the subject town its ample view,

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