Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor Poems |
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Էջ 89
I have strove In many a field , yet never to a foe Stoop'd my proud crest : nor difficult to meet This wizard girl , for , from the battlements , Her have I mark'd the foremost in attack , Playing right valiantly the soldier's part ...
I have strove In many a field , yet never to a foe Stoop'd my proud crest : nor difficult to meet This wizard girl , for , from the battlements , Her have I mark'd the foremost in attack , Playing right valiantly the soldier's part ...
Էջ 105
Vainly does the soldier boast Undaunted courage and the powerful arm , If thus pent up , like some wild beast he falls , Mark'd for the hunter's arrows : let us rush And meet them in the battle , man to man , Either to conquer , or , at ...
Vainly does the soldier boast Undaunted courage and the powerful arm , If thus pent up , like some wild beast he falls , Mark'd for the hunter's arrows : let us rush And meet them in the battle , man to man , Either to conquer , or , at ...
Էջ 125
Strong , they might meet the battle : 18 silent some , Pondering the chances of the coming day , Some whiling with a careless gaiety The fearful pause of action . Thus the French In such array and high in confident hope Await the signal ...
Strong , they might meet the battle : 18 silent some , Pondering the chances of the coming day , Some whiling with a careless gaiety The fearful pause of action . Thus the French In such array and high in confident hope Await the signal ...
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