Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor PoemsG. Routledge and sons, 1870 - 469 էջ |
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... Hear , Genius , hear thy children's cry ! Not always shouldst thou love to brood Stern o'er the desert solitude , Where seas of sand toss their hot surges high : Nor , Genius , should the midnight song Detain thee in some milder mood ...
... Hear , Genius , hear thy children's cry ! Not always shouldst thou love to brood Stern o'er the desert solitude , Where seas of sand toss their hot surges high : Nor , Genius , should the midnight song Detain thee in some milder mood ...
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Robert Southey. TO HORROR . DARK Horror , hear my call ! Stern genius hear from thy retreat On some old sepulchre's moss - cankered seat Beneath the abbey's ivied wall That trembles o'er its shade ; Where wrapt in midnight gloom , alone ...
Robert Southey. TO HORROR . DARK Horror , hear my call ! Stern genius hear from thy retreat On some old sepulchre's moss - cankered seat Beneath the abbey's ivied wall That trembles o'er its shade ; Where wrapt in midnight gloom , alone ...
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... hears the cricket chirp ; where love delights To dwell , and on your altars lays his torch That burns with no ... hear of wickedness , And wonder at the tale ; when for the opprest He felt a brother's pity , to the oppressor A ...
... hears the cricket chirp ; where love delights To dwell , and on your altars lays his torch That burns with no ... hear of wickedness , And wonder at the tale ; when for the opprest He felt a brother's pity , to the oppressor A ...
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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