Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor PoemsG. Routledge and sons, 1870 - 469 էջ |
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Էջ 166
... night - bird's strain : Still have I stood , or silent mov'd and slow , Whilst o'er the copse the thrilling accents flow , Nor deem'd the pensive bird might pour the notes of woe . Yet sweet and lovely is the night - bird's lay , The ...
... night - bird's strain : Still have I stood , or silent mov'd and slow , Whilst o'er the copse the thrilling accents flow , Nor deem'd the pensive bird might pour the notes of woe . Yet sweet and lovely is the night - bird's lay , The ...
Էջ 278
... night long , by the vestry fire , They quaff'd their gin and ale , And they did drink , as you may think , And told full many a tale . The second night , by lantern light , Through the churchyard as they went , He whisper'd anew , and ...
... night long , by the vestry fire , They quaff'd their gin and ale , And they did drink , as you may think , And told full many a tale . The second night , by lantern light , Through the churchyard as they went , He whisper'd anew , and ...
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... night is come , no fears disturb The dreams of innocence ; They trust in kingly faith and kingly oaths , They sleep - alas ! they sleep ! Go to the palace wouldst thou know How hideous night can be ; Eye is not closed in those accursed ...
... night is come , no fears disturb The dreams of innocence ; They trust in kingly faith and kingly oaths , They sleep - alas ! they sleep ! Go to the palace wouldst thou know How hideous night can be ; Eye is not closed in those accursed ...
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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