Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor PoemsG. Routledge and sons, 1870 - 469 էջ |
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Էջ 69
... cried Suffolk , and his eye Grew fierce and wrath - inflamed ; " what fool art thou That at this woman's bidding comest to brave The host of England ? Thou shalt have thy meed ! " Then , turning to the sentinel , he cried , 66 Prepare ...
... cried Suffolk , and his eye Grew fierce and wrath - inflamed ; " what fool art thou That at this woman's bidding comest to brave The host of England ? Thou shalt have thy meed ! " Then , turning to the sentinel , he cried , 66 Prepare ...
Էջ 133
... cried he ; " live , oh chief ! Are there not those in England who would feel Keen anguish at thy loss ? a wife perchance Who trembles for thy safety , or a child Needing a father's care ! " Then Talbot's heart Smote him . " Warrior ...
... cried he ; " live , oh chief ! Are there not those in England who would feel Keen anguish at thy loss ? a wife perchance Who trembles for thy safety , or a child Needing a father's care ! " Then Talbot's heart Smote him . " Warrior ...
Էջ 415
... cried out . When any evil happened in the hous , then it laughed and was joiful ; but when all went well , then it cried , and was very sad . In Saxonia , near unto Halberstad , was a man that also had a killcrop , who sucked the mother ...
... cried out . When any evil happened in the hous , then it laughed and was joiful ; but when all went well , then it cried , and was very sad . In Saxonia , near unto Halberstad , was a man that also had a killcrop , who sucked the mother ...
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JOAN OF ARC | 1 |
EARLY POEMS | 141 |
TO A FRIEND IN THE COUNTRY | 238 |
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