Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor PoemsG. Routledge and sons, 1870 - 469 էջ |
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Էջ 39
... deep ; upon his pictur'd shield A lion vainly struggled in the toils , Whilst by his side the cub , with pious rage His young mane floating to the desert air , Rends the fallen huntsman . Tremouille him behind , The worthless favourite ...
... deep ; upon his pictur'd shield A lion vainly struggled in the toils , Whilst by his side the cub , with pious rage His young mane floating to the desert air , Rends the fallen huntsman . Tremouille him behind , The worthless favourite ...
Էջ 386
... deep the dismal snow . Or if thou followest now on Greenland's shore , With all thy terrors , on the lonely way Of some wrecked mariner , when to the roar Of herded bears , the floating ice - hills round Pour their deep echoing sound ...
... deep the dismal snow . Or if thou followest now on Greenland's shore , With all thy terrors , on the lonely way Of some wrecked mariner , when to the roar Of herded bears , the floating ice - hills round Pour their deep echoing sound ...
Էջ 401
... deep below Roars round the rugged base , as if it called Its long - reluctant victim ! I will come . One leap , and all is over ! The deep rest Of death , or tranquil apathy's dead calm , Welcome alike to me . Away , vain fears ! Phaon ...
... deep below Roars round the rugged base , as if it called Its long - reluctant victim ! I will come . One leap , and all is over ! The deep rest Of death , or tranquil apathy's dead calm , Welcome alike to me . Away , vain fears ! Phaon ...
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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