Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor PoemsG. Routledge and sons, 1870 - 469 էջ |
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Էջ 98
... knew , Enough for happiness . The English host Laid waste his fertile fields : he , to the war , By want compell'd , adventur'd , in his gore Now weltering . Nor the Gallic host remit Their eager efforts ; some , with watery fence ...
... knew , Enough for happiness . The English host Laid waste his fertile fields : he , to the war , By want compell'd , adventur'd , in his gore Now weltering . Nor the Gallic host remit Their eager efforts ; some , with watery fence ...
Էջ 170
... knew not why ; O'er all his form with wistful glance I ran , Nor knew the monarch , till I lov'd the man . Pleas'd with attention , overjoy'd I saw Each look obey'd , and every word a law . Too soon I felt the secret flame advance ...
... knew not why ; O'er all his form with wistful glance I ran , Nor knew the monarch , till I lov'd the man . Pleas'd with attention , overjoy'd I saw Each look obey'd , and every word a law . Too soon I felt the secret flame advance ...
Էջ 358
... knew No resting place , no dear delights of home , Belike who never saw his children's face , Whose children knew no father , he is gone , Dropt from existence , like the withered leaf That from the summer tree is swept away , Its loss ...
... knew No resting place , no dear delights of home , Belike who never saw his children's face , Whose children knew no father , he is gone , Dropt from existence , like the withered leaf That from the summer tree is swept away , Its loss ...
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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