Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor Poems |
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Again the Maid Grew pale ; for of her last and terrible hour The vision'd scene she saw . " Nay , " she replied , " I shall not need thy succour in the war . Me Heaven , if so seem good to its high will , Will save .
Again the Maid Grew pale ; for of her last and terrible hour The vision'd scene she saw . " Nay , " she replied , " I shall not need thy succour in the war . Me Heaven , if so seem good to its high will , Will save .
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Trembling she hastened on , and when she knew The death - pale face of Conrade , scarce could Joan Lift up the expiring warrior's heavy hand , And press it to her heart . " I sent for thee , My friend ! " with interrupted voice he cried ...
Trembling she hastened on , and when she knew The death - pale face of Conrade , scarce could Joan Lift up the expiring warrior's heavy hand , And press it to her heart . " I sent for thee , My friend ! " with interrupted voice he cried ...
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The bishop then grew pale with affright , And suddenly lost his appetite ; All the wine and dainty cheer Could not comfort his heart so sick with fear . But by little and little recovered he , For the wine went flowing merrily , And he ...
The bishop then grew pale with affright , And suddenly lost his appetite ; All the wine and dainty cheer Could not comfort his heart so sick with fear . But by little and little recovered he , For the wine went flowing merrily , And he ...
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