| have written it in the sands of the wild sea-shore. |
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| had built it afresh of stone. |
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| There was peace, after this, for seventy years. |
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| the history of the brave Caractacus was forgotten. |
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| I believe, and never will. |
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| and of course there is nothing of the kind, anywhere |
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| were safe, the horses tore away again. |
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| But in building fortresses they were much more clever. |
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| difficulty, to where the tin and lead were. |
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| have written it in the sands of the wild sea-shore. |
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| greatly in numbers, and the Druids took to other trades. |
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| and declared themselves an independent people. |
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| great slaughter, and the unhappy queen took poison. |
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| and all his family, in triumph to Rome. |
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| near what is now Saint Albans, in Hertfordshire. |
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