Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor PoemsG. Routledge and sons, 1870 - 469 էջ |
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... exclaim'd The astonish'd Bastard ; " plunge me in the pool , O'er red - hot ploughshares make me dance , to please Your dotard tancies ! Fathers of the church , Where is your gravity ? What ! elder - like , This fairer than Susannah ...
... exclaim'd The astonish'd Bastard ; " plunge me in the pool , O'er red - hot ploughshares make me dance , to please Your dotard tancies ! Fathers of the church , Where is your gravity ? What ! elder - like , This fairer than Susannah ...
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... exclaim'd , " Not upon us cry out the innocent blood ! " And bade the signal sound . In the English camp The clarion and the trumpet's blare was heard , In haste they seize their arms , in haste they form , Some by bold words seeking to ...
... exclaim'd , " Not upon us cry out the innocent blood ! " And bade the signal sound . In the English camp The clarion and the trumpet's blare was heard , In haste they seize their arms , in haste they form , Some by bold words seeking to ...
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... exclaim'd , " and I shall fall content . " So saying , he his sharpest quarrel chose , And fix'd the bow - string , and against the Maid Levelling , let loose : her arm was rais'd on high To smite a fugitive ; he glanced aside ...
... exclaim'd , " and I shall fall content . " So saying , he his sharpest quarrel chose , And fix'd the bow - string , and against the Maid Levelling , let loose : her arm was rais'd on high To smite a fugitive ; he glanced aside ...
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JOAN OF ARC | 1 |
EARLY POEMS | 141 |
TO A FRIEND IN THE COUNTRY | 238 |
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