Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor PoemsG. Routledge and sons, 1870 - 469 էջ |
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... rest . ' And soon the rest she prayed for was vouchsafed , For it pleased God to take her to his mercy . THE SAILOR'S MOTHER . WOMAN . SIR , for the love of God , some small relief To a poor woman ! TRAVELLER . Whither are you bound ...
... rest . ' And soon the rest she prayed for was vouchsafed , For it pleased God to take her to his mercy . THE SAILOR'S MOTHER . WOMAN . SIR , for the love of God , some small relief To a poor woman ! TRAVELLER . Whither are you bound ...
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... Rest , rest , Ollanahta , be still ! The day of revenge is at hand . The stake is made ready , the captives shall die To - morrow the song of their death shalt thou hear , To - morrow thy widow shall wield The knife and the fire ; -- be at ...
... Rest , rest , Ollanahta , be still ! The day of revenge is at hand . The stake is made ready , the captives shall die To - morrow the song of their death shalt thou hear , To - morrow thy widow shall wield The knife and the fire ; -- be at ...
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... rest thee ! from the neighbouring towers Of Oxford , haply thou hast forced thy bark Up this strong stream , whose broken waters here Send pleasant murmurs to the listening sense : Rest thee beneath this hazel ; its green boughs Afford ...
... rest thee ! from the neighbouring towers Of Oxford , haply thou hast forced thy bark Up this strong stream , whose broken waters here Send pleasant murmurs to the listening sense : Rest thee beneath this hazel ; its green boughs Afford ...
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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