Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor PoemsG. Routledge and sons, 1870 - 469 էջ |
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... Beneath the frequent tread of multitudes . There , elevate , the martial Maiden stood , Her brow unhelmed , and floating on the wind Her long dark locks . The silent troops around Stood thickly throng'd , as o'er the fertile field ...
... Beneath the frequent tread of multitudes . There , elevate , the martial Maiden stood , Her brow unhelmed , and floating on the wind Her long dark locks . The silent troops around Stood thickly throng'd , as o'er the fertile field ...
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... beneath the mountain wave , And bless with liberty and death the slave ! III . OH , he is worn with toil ! the big drops run Down his dark cheek ; hold - hold thy merciless hand , Pale tyrant ! for beneath thy hard command O'erwearied ...
... beneath the mountain wave , And bless with liberty and death the slave ! III . OH , he is worn with toil ! the big drops run Down his dark cheek ; hold - hold thy merciless hand , Pale tyrant ! for beneath thy hard command O'erwearied ...
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... beneath my feet ! The old man cried . No harm I trow She ever did herself , though now She lies where four roads meet . I have past by about that hour When men are not most brave ; It did not make my heart to fail , And I have heard the ...
... beneath my feet ! The old man cried . No harm I trow She ever did herself , though now She lies where four roads meet . I have past by about that hour When men are not most brave ; It did not make my heart to fail , And I have heard the ...
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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