Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor Poems |
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Who marks the dread simoom across the waste Sweep its swift pestilence : to earth he falls , Nor dares give utterance to the inward prayer , Deeming the genius of the desert breathes The purple blast of death .
Who marks the dread simoom across the waste Sweep its swift pestilence : to earth he falls , Nor dares give utterance to the inward prayer , Deeming the genius of the desert breathes The purple blast of death .
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THE DEATH OF ODIN . I comc ! SOUL of my much - lov'd Freya ! yes , No pale disease's slow - consuming power Has hasten'd on thy husband's hour ; Nor pour'd by victor's thirsty hand Has Odin's life bedew'd the land : I rush to meet thee ...
THE DEATH OF ODIN . I comc ! SOUL of my much - lov'd Freya ! yes , No pale disease's slow - consuming power Has hasten'd on thy husband's hour ; Nor pour'd by victor's thirsty hand Has Odin's life bedew'd the land : I rush to meet thee ...
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THE DEATH OF MATTATHIAS . * SONS of my age , attend ; Come round the bed of death , Ere yet his cold damp dews Extinguish life's weak flame . For Mattathias ' arm no more Shall scatter terror o'er the host Of Israel's foes .
THE DEATH OF MATTATHIAS . * SONS of my age , attend ; Come round the bed of death , Ere yet his cold damp dews Extinguish life's weak flame . For Mattathias ' arm no more Shall scatter terror o'er the host Of Israel's foes .
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