Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor PoemsG. Routledge and sons, 1870 - 469 էջ |
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... heard In Heaven against the oppressor ? will not God In sunder smite the unmerciful , and break The sceptre of the wicked ? Thoughts like these Possess'd my soul , till at the break of day I slept ; nor then reposed my heated brain ...
... heard In Heaven against the oppressor ? will not God In sunder smite the unmerciful , and break The sceptre of the wicked ? Thoughts like these Possess'd my soul , till at the break of day I slept ; nor then reposed my heated brain ...
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... heard , With the strange selfishness of misery , We heard and heeded not . Thou wouldst have deem'd Roan must have fallen an easy sacrifice , Young warrior ! hadst thou seen our meagre limbs , And pale and shrunken cheeks , and hollow ...
... heard , With the strange selfishness of misery , We heard and heeded not . Thou wouldst have deem'd Roan must have fallen an easy sacrifice , Young warrior ! hadst thou seen our meagre limbs , And pale and shrunken cheeks , and hollow ...
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... heard a cry Like Edmund's drowning scream . The boatman paus'd , methought I heard A child's distressful cry y ! " Twas but the howling wind of night Lord William made reply . Haste , haste ! ply swift and strong the oar ! Haste ...
... heard a cry Like Edmund's drowning scream . The boatman paus'd , methought I heard A child's distressful cry y ! " Twas but the howling wind of night Lord William made reply . Haste , haste ! ply swift and strong the oar ! Haste ...
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