Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor PoemsG. Routledge and sons, 1870 - 469 էջ |
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... breast the deep - drawn sigh F How spoke thy looks ? how glow'd thine ardent eye ? When skill'd in guile , that soft seductive tongue Talk'd of its truth , and Clifford was undone . Oh , cursed hour of passion's maddening sway , Guilt ...
... breast the deep - drawn sigh F How spoke thy looks ? how glow'd thine ardent eye ? When skill'd in guile , that soft seductive tongue Talk'd of its truth , and Clifford was undone . Oh , cursed hour of passion's maddening sway , Guilt ...
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... breast , Hear , my lov'd lord , and grant my last request ; And , when the last tremendous hour shall come , When all my woes are buried in the tomb , Then grant the only boon this wretch shall crave — Drop the sad tear to dew my humble ...
... breast , Hear , my lov'd lord , and grant my last request ; And , when the last tremendous hour shall come , When all my woes are buried in the tomb , Then grant the only boon this wretch shall crave — Drop the sad tear to dew my humble ...
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... breast ; Let conquest fell the Roman wall , Revenge on Rome my Asgard's fall . The Druid throng shall fall away , And sink beneath your victor sway ; No more shall nations bow the knee , Vanquish'd Taranis , to thee ; No more upon the ...
... breast ; Let conquest fell the Roman wall , Revenge on Rome my Asgard's fall . The Druid throng shall fall away , And sink beneath your victor sway ; No more shall nations bow the knee , Vanquish'd Taranis , to thee ; No more upon the ...
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JOAN OF ARC | 1 |
EARLY POEMS | 141 |
TO A FRIEND IN THE COUNTRY | 238 |
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Common terms and phrases
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