Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor PoemsG. Routledge and sons, 1870 - 469 էջ |
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... fire of Elinor I sat , The night was comfortless ; the loud blast howl'd ; And as we drew around the social hearth , We heard the rain beat hard ; driven by the storm A warrior mark'd our distant taper's light . We heapt the fire : the ...
... fire of Elinor I sat , The night was comfortless ; the loud blast howl'd ; And as we drew around the social hearth , We heard the rain beat hard ; driven by the storm A warrior mark'd our distant taper's light . We heapt the fire : the ...
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... fire . Hark ! hark ! in the howl of the wind The shout of the battle - the clang of their drums- The horsemen are met , and the shock of the fight Is the blast , that disbranches the wood . Behold from the clouds of their power The ...
... fire . Hark ! hark ! in the howl of the wind The shout of the battle - the clang of their drums- The horsemen are met , and the shock of the fight Is the blast , that disbranches the wood . Behold from the clouds of their power The ...
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... fire and shot . In every one of these stages were placed an hundred archers , and between the two bastilles there were two hundred men with pickaxes and mattocks . From these six stages six hundred archers shot so fiercely all together ...
... fire and shot . In every one of these stages were placed an hundred archers , and between the two bastilles there were two hundred men with pickaxes and mattocks . From these six stages six hundred archers shot so fiercely all together ...
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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