Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor PoemsRoutledge, 1865 - 470 էջ |
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... twas but a dream , perhaps . And yet methought that when a louder peal Burst o'er the roof , and all was left again Utterly dark , each bodily sense was clear And sensible to every circumstance Of time and place . " Attentive to her ...
... twas but a dream , perhaps . And yet methought that when a louder peal Burst o'er the roof , and all was left again Utterly dark , each bodily sense was clear And sensible to every circumstance Of time and place . " Attentive to her ...
Էջ 45
... Twas on the last night Before I left Domremi's pleasant home , I sate beside the brook , my labouring soul Full , as inebriate with Divinity . Then , Conrade ! I beheld the ruffian herd Circle a flaming pile , where at the stake A ...
... Twas on the last night Before I left Domremi's pleasant home , I sate beside the brook , my labouring soul Full , as inebriate with Divinity . Then , Conrade ! I beheld the ruffian herd Circle a flaming pile , where at the stake A ...
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... Twas now the hour When o'er the plain the pensive hues of eve Shed their meek radiance ; when the lowing herd , Slow as they stalk to shelter , draw behind The lengthening shades ; and seeking his high nest As heavily he flaps the dewy ...
... Twas now the hour When o'er the plain the pensive hues of eve Shed their meek radiance ; when the lowing herd , Slow as they stalk to shelter , draw behind The lengthening shades ; and seeking his high nest As heavily he flaps the dewy ...
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... Twas the first day I ever left my home ! Years intervening have not worn away The deep remembrance of that wretched day , Nor taught me to forget my earliest fears , A mother's fondness , and a mother's tears ; When close she prest me ...
... Twas the first day I ever left my home ! Years intervening have not worn away The deep remembrance of that wretched day , Nor taught me to forget my earliest fears , A mother's fondness , and a mother's tears ; When close she prest me ...
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... Twas here Avaro dwelt , who daily told His useless heaps of wealth in selfish joy ; Who lov'd to ruminate o'er hoarded gold , And hid those stores he dreaded to employ . In vain to him benignant heaven bestow'd The golden heaps to ...
... Twas here Avaro dwelt , who daily told His useless heaps of wealth in selfish joy ; Who lov'd to ruminate o'er hoarded gold , And hid those stores he dreaded to employ . In vain to him benignant heaven bestow'd The golden heaps to ...
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