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| | The Song of Roland: Verses LXXXVIII - CLXI |
 | | CXLVIII Then Rollant looked upon Olivier's face; Which was all wan and colourless and pale, 1980 While the clear blood, out of his body sprayed, Upon the ground gushed forth and ran away. |
 | | CX Now marvellous and weighty the combat, Right well they strike, Olivier and Rollant, A thousand blows come from the Archbishop's hand, 1415 The dozen peers are nothing short of that, With one accord join battle all the Franks. |
 | | CXXVIII The count Rollant great loss of his men sees, His companion Olivier calls, and speaks: "Sir and comrade, in God's Name, That you keeps, Such good vassals you see lie here in heaps; 1695 For France the Douce, fair country, may we weep, Of such barons long desolate she'll be. |
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