Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor PoemsG. Routledge and sons, 1870 - 469 էջ |
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... Orleans came with joyful speed , Poising his massy javelin . " Thou hast rous'd The sleeping virtue of the sons of France ; 66 They crowd around the standard , " cried the chief . ' My lance is ponderous , I have sharp'd my sword To ...
... Orleans came with joyful speed , Poising his massy javelin . " Thou hast rous'd The sleeping virtue of the sons of France ; 66 They crowd around the standard , " cried the chief . ' My lance is ponderous , I have sharp'd my sword To ...
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... Orleans , ere he parted thence On perilous envoy . For of his small fare " - " Of this enough , " said Conrade . " Holy Maid ! One duty yet awaits me to perform . Orleans her envoy sent me , claiming aid From her inactive sovereign ...
... Orleans , ere he parted thence On perilous envoy . For of his small fare " - " Of this enough , " said Conrade . " Holy Maid ! One duty yet awaits me to perform . Orleans her envoy sent me , claiming aid From her inactive sovereign ...
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... Orleans . Victory is sad When even one man is Larder'd . " So she said , And as she spake a soldier from the ranks Advanced . " I will be thy messenger , Maiden of God ! I to the English camp Will bear thy bidding . ” " Go , " the ...
... Orleans . Victory is sad When even one man is Larder'd . " So she said , And as she spake a soldier from the ranks Advanced . " I will be thy messenger , Maiden of God ! I to the English camp Will bear thy bidding . ” " Go , " the ...
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JOAN OF ARC | 1 |
EARLY POEMS | 141 |
TO A FRIEND IN THE COUNTRY | 238 |
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amid arbalist arms bade BATTLE OF BLENHEIM Beelzebub behold beneath bishop bless blest blood breast Charlemagne cheek cheerful chief child Chinon church cold Conrade cried dark dead death deep delight dreadful Dunois EDMUND EVANS English exclaim'd fair falchion father Fcap fear feel fell fled France gaze grave grew hand happiness HARRISON WEIR hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY THE HERMIT holy host hour Joan of Arc king live look'd Lord loud Maid Maiden midnight morning never night o'er Odin Orleans pale pass'd peace plain poor prayer replied rest ROBERT SOUTHEY round Sir JOHN GILBERT smile song soon sorrow soul sound Southey spake stood STRANGER stream strong sword tell tempest thee thine thought throng toil towers traveller troops Twas voice walls warrior waves whilst wife wild wind woman wretched young youth