Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor Poems |
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My strong holds taken , and my bravest chiefs Fall'n in the field , or captives far away . Dead is the Douglas ; cold thy warrior frame , Illustrious Buchan ; ye from Scotland's hills , Not mindless of your old ally distress'd , Rush'd ...
My strong holds taken , and my bravest chiefs Fall'n in the field , or captives far away . Dead is the Douglas ; cold thy warrior frame , Illustrious Buchan ; ye from Scotland's hills , Not mindless of your old ally distress'd , Rush'd ...
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That guiltless of this day's disgrace , I fall . But , Frenchman ! Talbot will not tamely fall , Or unrevenged . " So saying , for the war He stood prepared : nor now with heedless rage The champions fought , for either knew full well ...
That guiltless of this day's disgrace , I fall . But , Frenchman ! Talbot will not tamely fall , Or unrevenged . " So saying , for the war He stood prepared : nor now with heedless rage The champions fought , for either knew full well ...
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High from his lofty throne The impious tyrant cries , " Fall down , ye men of earth , Revere the image of your King and God . " 66 Faith stood firm . ' Heap the fierce furnace high , " ( The angry despot cries ) " Fan the red flames ...
High from his lofty throne The impious tyrant cries , " Fall down , ye men of earth , Revere the image of your King and God . " 66 Faith stood firm . ' Heap the fierce furnace high , " ( The angry despot cries ) " Fan the red flames ...
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