Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor PoemsG. Routledge and sons, 1870 - 469 էջ |
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Էջ 195
... bless the evening hour , And make the captive fortune's conqueror . When the wearying cares of state Oppress the monarch with their weight , When from his pomp retired alone He feels the duties of the throne , Feels that the multitude ...
... bless the evening hour , And make the captive fortune's conqueror . When the wearying cares of state Oppress the monarch with their weight , When from his pomp retired alone He feels the duties of the throne , Feels that the multitude ...
Էջ 196
... bless The multitude with happiness ; Alike to him if phrensied war Careers triumphant on the embattled plain And rolling on o'er myriads slain , With gore and wounds shall clog his scythed car . What though the tempest rage ! no sound ...
... bless The multitude with happiness ; Alike to him if phrensied war Careers triumphant on the embattled plain And rolling on o'er myriads slain , With gore and wounds shall clog his scythed car . What though the tempest rage ! no sound ...
Էջ 271
... Bless I intreat my winding sheet , My children I beg of you ! And with holy water sprinkle my shroud , And sprinkle my coffin too . And let me be chain'd in my coffin of stone , And fasten it strong I implore With iron bars , and with ...
... Bless I intreat my winding sheet , My children I beg of you ! And with holy water sprinkle my shroud , And sprinkle my coffin too . And let me be chain'd in my coffin of stone , And fasten it strong I implore With iron bars , and with ...
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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