Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor PoemsG. Routledge and sons, 1870 - 469 էջ |
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... twas an old favourite dog : She did not love him less that he was old And feeble , and he always had a place By the fire - side , and when he died at last She made me dig a grave in the garden for him . Ah ! she was good to all ! a ...
... twas an old favourite dog : She did not love him less that he was old And feeble , and he always had a place By the fire - side , and when he died at last She made me dig a grave in the garden for him . Ah ! she was good to all ! a ...
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Robert Southey. The shoe drop off ; ' twas just upon my tongue To call him back ; -it makes no difference , does it , Because I know whose ' twas ? FATHER . Why no , it can't . The shoe's the same , you know , and you did find it ...
Robert Southey. The shoe drop off ; ' twas just upon my tongue To call him back ; -it makes no difference , does it , Because I know whose ' twas ? FATHER . Why no , it can't . The shoe's the same , you know , and you did find it ...
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... twas in their country's cause , They have their passing paragraphs of praise And are forgotten . There was one who died In that day's glory , whose obscurer name No proud historian's page will chronicle . Peace to his honest soul ! I ...
... twas in their country's cause , They have their passing paragraphs of praise And are forgotten . There was one who died In that day's glory , whose obscurer name No proud historian's page will chronicle . Peace to his honest soul ! I ...
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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