Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor PoemsG. Routledge and sons, 1870 - 469 էջ |
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... chief Leagues with my foes , and Richemont , or in arms Defies my weak control , or from my side , A friend more dreaded than the enemy , Drives my best servants with the assassin sword . Soon must the towers of Orleans fall ! -But now ...
... chief Leagues with my foes , and Richemont , or in arms Defies my weak control , or from my side , A friend more dreaded than the enemy , Drives my best servants with the assassin sword . Soon must the towers of Orleans fall ! -But now ...
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Robert Southey. Though Talbot there presided , with their chief , The gallant Salisbury . 19 " Soldiers famed in arms Thus , in vain hope to renovate the strength Of England , spake the chief : " Victorious friends , So oft victorious in ...
Robert Southey. Though Talbot there presided , with their chief , The gallant Salisbury . 19 " Soldiers famed in arms Thus , in vain hope to renovate the strength Of England , spake the chief : " Victorious friends , So oft victorious in ...
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... chief exclaim'd , " and I shall fall content . " So saying , he his sharpest quarrel chose , And fix'd the bow - string , and against the Maid Levelling , let loose : her arm was rais'd on high To smite a fugitive ; he glanced aside ...
... chief exclaim'd , " and I shall fall content . " So saying , he his sharpest quarrel chose , And fix'd the bow - string , and against the Maid Levelling , let loose : her arm was rais'd on high To smite a fugitive ; he glanced aside ...
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JOAN OF ARC | 1 |
EARLY POEMS | 141 |
TO A FRIEND IN THE COUNTRY | 238 |
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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