Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor PoemsG. Routledge and sons, 1870 - 469 էջ |
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Էջ 56
... fears as to her breast she clasp'd Her ill - doom'd infant . Soon the suburbs lay One ample ruin ; the huge ... fear , they urge Their gloomy labours . In the city dwelt A most dead silence of all pleasant sounds , But all day ...
... fears as to her breast she clasp'd Her ill - doom'd infant . Soon the suburbs lay One ample ruin ; the huge ... fear , they urge Their gloomy labours . In the city dwelt A most dead silence of all pleasant sounds , But all day ...
Էջ 274
... fear Could toll the bell no longer , And still as louder grew the strokes Their fear it grew the stronger . The monk and nun forgot their beads , They fell on the ground dismay'd , There was not a single saint in heaven Whom they did ...
... fear Could toll the bell no longer , And still as louder grew the strokes Their fear it grew the stronger . The monk and nun forgot their beads , They fell on the ground dismay'd , There was not a single saint in heaven Whom they did ...
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... fear . Wherefore , he cried , should men incline To fear where no danger is found ! He scarce had said , when in the dark night , Beside him appear'd a spirit in white ! He trembled , and could not look round . He gallop'd away ! the ...
... fear . Wherefore , he cried , should men incline To fear where no danger is found ! He scarce had said , when in the dark night , Beside him appear'd a spirit in white ! He trembled , and could not look round . He gallop'd away ! the ...
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JOAN OF ARC | 1 |
EARLY POEMS | 141 |
TO A FRIEND IN THE COUNTRY | 238 |
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