William of Malmesbury,
Chronicle of the Kings of England
(1847)
“ The pirate Anlaf now the briny surge Forsakes, while deeds of desperation urge. Her king consenting, Scotia's land receives The frantic madman, and his host of thieves: Now flush 'd with insolence they shout and boast. And drive the harmless natives from the coast. Thus, while the king, secure in youthful pride, Bade the soft hours in gentle pleasures glide, Though erst he stemmed the battle's furious tide, With ceaseless plunder sped the daring horde, And wasted districts with their fire and sword. The verdant crops lay withering on the fields The glebe no promise to the rustic yields. ”

