Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor PoemsG. Routledge and sons, 1870 - 469 էջ |
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Էջ 49
... replied , The son of Orleans came with joyful speed , Poising his massy javelin . " Thou hast rous'd The sleeping virtue of the sons of France ; 66 They crowd around the standard , " cried the chief . ' My lance is ponderous , I have ...
... replied , The son of Orleans came with joyful speed , Poising his massy javelin . " Thou hast rous'd The sleeping virtue of the sons of France ; 66 They crowd around the standard , " cried the chief . ' My lance is ponderous , I have ...
Էջ 121
... replied , " I am the foe of those court parasites Who poison the king's ear . Our country in the field , I hold Such Du Chastel prove . " may Him who shall serve my friend : So said the chief , way , And pausing as the herald went his ...
... replied , " I am the foe of those court parasites Who poison the king's ear . Our country in the field , I hold Such Du Chastel prove . " may Him who shall serve my friend : So said the chief , way , And pausing as the herald went his ...
Էջ 293
... replied , " I have no terror Of men who in midnight plan ; But a ghost that pops on one before or behind , And around him sees clearly while mortals are blind , — Ay , that tries the heart of the man . " Is there no road but by those ...
... replied , " I have no terror Of men who in midnight plan ; But a ghost that pops on one before or behind , And around him sees clearly while mortals are blind , — Ay , that tries the heart of the man . " Is there no road but by those ...
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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