Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor PoemsG. Routledge and sons, 1870 - 469 էջ |
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Էջ 172
... child has blasted on thine ancient brow ; Fallen is that darling child from virtue's name , And thy grey hairs sink to the grave with shame ! Still busy fancy bids the scene arise , Still paints the father to these wretched eyes ...
... child has blasted on thine ancient brow ; Fallen is that darling child from virtue's name , And thy grey hairs sink to the grave with shame ! Still busy fancy bids the scene arise , Still paints the father to these wretched eyes ...
Էջ 186
... child ! Down Abraham's aged cheek Roll'd the paternal tear ; The big sob spoke his grief , And nature rived his heart , but rived in vain- For faith prevail'd . He rear'd the pile , He bound the silent child ; The child whose silence ...
... child ! Down Abraham's aged cheek Roll'd the paternal tear ; The big sob spoke his grief , And nature rived his heart , but rived in vain- For faith prevail'd . He rear'd the pile , He bound the silent child ; The child whose silence ...
Էջ 264
... child's distressful scream The boatman cried again . Nay hasten on - the night is dark- And we should search in vain . Oh God ! Lord William dost thou know How dreadful ' tis to die ? And canst thou without pity hear A child's expiring ...
... child's distressful scream The boatman cried again . Nay hasten on - the night is dark- And we should search in vain . Oh God ! Lord William dost thou know How dreadful ' tis to die ? And canst thou without pity hear A child's expiring ...
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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