Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor PoemsG. Routledge and sons, 1870 - 469 էջ |
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... hard ; driven by the storm A warrior mark'd our distant taper's light . We heapt the fire : the friendly board was spread : The bowl of hospitality went round . " The storm beats hard , ' the stranger cried ; ' safe hous'd , Pleasant it ...
... hard ; driven by the storm A warrior mark'd our distant taper's light . We heapt the fire : the friendly board was spread : The bowl of hospitality went round . " The storm beats hard , ' the stranger cried ; ' safe hous'd , Pleasant it ...
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... hard siege so long by Roan endur'd . I dwelt there , strangers ; I had then a wife , And I had children tenderly beloved , Who I did hope should cheer me in old age And close mine eyes . The tale of misery Mayhap were tedious , or I ...
... hard siege so long by Roan endur'd . I dwelt there , strangers ; I had then a wife , And I had children tenderly beloved , Who I did hope should cheer me in old age And close mine eyes . The tale of misery Mayhap were tedious , or I ...
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... hard Could hear a famish'd woman cry for bread , And know no pity . As the outcast train Drew near , the English monarch bade his troops Force20 back the miserable multitude . They drove them to the walls - it was the depth Of winter ...
... hard Could hear a famish'd woman cry for bread , And know no pity . As the outcast train Drew near , the English monarch bade his troops Force20 back the miserable multitude . They drove them to the walls - it was the depth Of winter ...
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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