Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor PoemsG. Routledge and sons, 1870 - 469 էջ |
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... dead , the Devil walked in her body for the space of two years , so that none suspected but she was still alive ; for she did both speak and eat , though very sparingly ; only she had a deep paleness on her countenance , which was the ...
... dead , the Devil walked in her body for the space of two years , so that none suspected but she was still alive ; for she did both speak and eat , though very sparingly ; only she had a deep paleness on her countenance , which was the ...
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... dead at the table . " — Heywood's Hierarchie of the Blessed Angels . BISHOP BRUNO awoke in the dead midnight , And he heard his heart beat loud with affright : He dreamt he had rung the palace bell , And the sound it gave was his ...
... dead at the table . " — Heywood's Hierarchie of the Blessed Angels . BISHOP BRUNO awoke in the dead midnight , And he heard his heart beat loud with affright : He dreamt he had rung the palace bell , And the sound it gave was his ...
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... dead tone- It awes the very rabble multitude , They follow silently , their earnest brows Lifted in solemn thought . " Tis not the pomp And pageantry of death that with such force Arrests the sense , the mute and mourning train , The ...
... dead tone- It awes the very rabble multitude , They follow silently , their earnest brows Lifted in solemn thought . " Tis not the pomp And pageantry of death that with such force Arrests the sense , the mute and mourning train , The ...
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