Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor Poems |
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In his hand The chief a cross - bow held : an engine dread Of such wide - wasting fury , that of yore The assembled fathers of the Christian church Pronounced that man accurs'd whose impious hand Should point the murderous weapon .
In his hand The chief a cross - bow held : an engine dread Of such wide - wasting fury , that of yore The assembled fathers of the Christian church Pronounced that man accurs'd whose impious hand Should point the murderous weapon .
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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 !
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 !
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Shame on you , Scotchmen , that a woman's 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 ...
Shame on you , Scotchmen , that a woman's 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 ...
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