Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor PoemsG. Routledge and sons, 1870 - 469 էջ |
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... head , convuls'd , In the Maid's bosom . " King of France ! " he said , " She lov'd me ! Day by day I dwelt with her ; Her voice was music , very sweet her smiles ! I left her ! left her , Charles , in evil hour , To fight thy battles ...
... head , convuls'd , In the Maid's bosom . " King of France ! " he said , " She lov'd me ! Day by day I dwelt with her ; Her voice was music , very sweet her smiles ! I left her ! left her , Charles , in evil hour , To fight thy battles ...
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... head ; anon with louder din ; And through the opening glade gleamed many a fire . The virgin's tent they enter'd ; there the board Was spread , the wanderer of the fare partook , Then thus her tale renew'd . " Slow o'er the hill Whose ...
... head ; anon with louder din ; And through the opening glade gleamed many a fire . The virgin's tent they enter'd ; there the board Was spread , the wanderer of the fare partook , Then thus her tale renew'd . " Slow o'er the hill Whose ...
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... head Romance her brightest splendours cast . Deep through the air let sorrow's banner wave ! For penury o'er Spenser's friendless head Her chilling mantle spread ; For genius cannot save ! Virtue bedews the blameless poet's dust ; But ...
... head Romance her brightest splendours cast . Deep through the air let sorrow's banner wave ! For penury o'er Spenser's friendless head Her chilling mantle spread ; For genius cannot save ! Virtue bedews the blameless poet's dust ; But ...
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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