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King Guthrum was a dread king, / Like death out of the north; / Shrines without name or number / He rent and rolled as lumber, / From Chester to the Humber / He drove his foemen forth.
The Roman villas heard him / In the valley of the Thames, / Come over the hills roaring / Above their roofs, and pouring / On spire and stair and flooring / Brimstone and pitch and flames.