Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor Poems |
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The wretched crowd pass'd on : My wife - my children - thro ' the gates they pass'd , Then the gates clos'd . — Would I were in my grave , That I might lose remembrance . What is mar , That he can hear the groan of wretchedness And feel ...
The wretched crowd pass'd on : My wife - my children - thro ' the gates they pass'd , Then the gates clos'd . — Would I were in my grave , That I might lose remembrance . What is mar , That he can hear the groan of wretchedness And feel ...
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As thro ' the parting crowd the virgin pass'd , He who from Orleans on the yesternight Demanded succour , clasp'd with warmth her hand , And with a bosom - thrilling voice exclaim'd , " Ill - omen'd Maid ! victim of thine own worth ...
As thro ' the parting crowd the virgin pass'd , He who from Orleans on the yesternight Demanded succour , clasp'd with warmth her hand , And with a bosom - thrilling voice exclaim'd , " Ill - omen'd Maid ! victim of thine own worth ...
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The bell's last summons , and in idleness Watching the stream below , would all look up When she pass'd by . And her old mother , Charles ! When I have heard some erring infidel Speak of our faith as of a gloomy creed , Inspiring fear ...
The bell's last summons , and in idleness Watching the stream below , would all look up When she pass'd by . And her old mother , Charles ! When I have heard some erring infidel Speak of our faith as of a gloomy creed , Inspiring fear ...
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