Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor PoemsG. Routledge and sons, 1870 - 469 էջ |
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... hand , Palsied with fear , shot wide the ill - aim'd shaft , Threatening the coward who betrayed himself , He drove him from the ramparts . In his hand The chief a cross - bow held : an engine dread Of such wide - wasting fury , that of ...
... hand , Palsied with fear , shot wide the ill - aim'd shaft , Threatening the coward who betrayed himself , He drove him from the ramparts . In his hand The chief a cross - bow held : an engine dread Of such wide - wasting fury , that of ...
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Robert Southey. Now reach thine hand ! the boatman cried , Lord William reach and save ! The child stretch'd forth his little hands To grasp the hand he gave . Then William shriek'd ; the hand he touch'd Was cold and damp and dead ! He ...
Robert Southey. Now reach thine hand ! the boatman cried , Lord William reach and save ! The child stretch'd forth his little hands To grasp the hand he gave . Then William shriek'd ; the hand he touch'd Was cold and damp and dead ! He ...
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... hand Was left to do this deed ! Shame on you , Thanes , Who with slave - patience have so long endured The wrongs , the insolence of tyranny ! Ye coward race ! -that not a husband's sword Smote that adulterous king ! that not a wife ...
... hand Was left to do this deed ! Shame on you , Thanes , Who with slave - patience have so long endured The wrongs , the insolence of tyranny ! Ye coward race ! -that not a husband's sword Smote that adulterous king ! that not a wife ...
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JOAN OF ARC | 1 |
EARLY POEMS | 141 |
TO A FRIEND IN THE COUNTRY | 238 |
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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