Charles the King, our Lord and Sovereign, / Full seven years hath sojourned in Spain, / Conquered the land, and won the western main, / Now no fortress against him doth remain, / No city walls are left for him to gain, / Save Sarraguce, that sits on high mountain. / Marsile its King, who feareth not God's name, / Mahumet's man, he invokes Apollin's aid, / Nor wards off ills that shall to him attain. - Opening lines
Books from Alibris: Song of Roland
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