That helmet which on its wearer
Filled all who saw with terror,
And covered a hero’s brains.
“Now, having got so far, I
Find that (by the Lord Harry!)
The fourth is left nothing to carry;
So there the thing remains.”
Translated by Father Prout.
That helmet which on its wearer
Filled all who saw with terror,
And covered a hero’s brains.
“Now, having got so far, I
Find that (by the Lord Harry!)
The fourth is left nothing to carry;
So there the thing remains.”
Translated by Father Prout.