Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor Poems |
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Ere the Maid replied , The son of Orleans came with joyful speed , Poising his massy javelin . " Thou hast rous'd The sleeping virtue of the sons of France ; They crowd around the standard , " cried the chief .
Ere the Maid replied , The son of Orleans came with joyful speed , Poising his massy javelin . " Thou hast rous'd The sleeping virtue of the sons of France ; They crowd around the standard , " cried the chief .
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Orleans her envoy sent me , claiming aid From her inactive sovereign . Willingly Did I achieve the ... It remains , Ere I do banish me from human kind , That I re - enter Orleans , and announce Thy march . ' Tis night — and hark ! how ...
Orleans her envoy sent me , claiming aid From her inactive sovereign . Willingly Did I achieve the ... It remains , Ere I do banish me from human kind , That I re - enter Orleans , and announce Thy march . ' Tis night — and hark ! how ...
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So timely warn'd , our foes Haply may yet repent , and quit in peace Besieged Orleans . Victory is sad When even one man is Larder'd . " So she said , And as she spake a soldier from the ranks Advanced .
So timely warn'd , our foes Haply may yet repent , and quit in peace Besieged Orleans . Victory is sad When even one man is Larder'd . " So she said , And as she spake a soldier from the ranks Advanced .
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