Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor Poems |
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Էջ 86
The Maid her head unhelm'd , And stooping to the stream , reflected there Saw her white plumage stain'd with human blood ! Shuddering she saw , but soon her steady soul Collected : on the banks she laid her down , Freely awhile ...
The Maid her head unhelm'd , And stooping to the stream , reflected there Saw her white plumage stain'd with human blood ! Shuddering she saw , but soon her steady soul Collected : on the banks she laid her down , Freely awhile ...
Էջ 199
Apame knew the Hebrew's grateful cause , And bent her head , and sweetly smiled applause . Why is the warrior's cheek so red ? Why downward drops his musing head ? Why that slow step , that faint advance , That keen yet quick retreating ...
Apame knew the Hebrew's grateful cause , And bent her head , and sweetly smiled applause . Why is the warrior's cheek so red ? Why downward drops his musing head ? Why that slow step , that faint advance , That keen yet quick retreating ...
Էջ 409
O'er the heath the stripling fled , The wild storm howling round his head . Fear mightier through the shades of night Urged his feet , and winged his flight ; And still he heard his father cry , Fly , son of Banquo ! Fleance , fly !
O'er the heath the stripling fled , The wild storm howling round his head . Fear mightier through the shades of night Urged his feet , and winged his flight ; And still he heard his father cry , Fly , son of Banquo ! Fleance , fly !
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