Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor PoemsG. Routledge and sons, 1870 - 469 էջ |
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Էջ 53
... soon , as with the whirlwind's speed , Ruin27 rushed round us . Mehun , Clery , fell , The banner'd Leopard waved on Gergeau's wall ; Baugenci yielded ; soon the foe approach'd The towers of Jenville . Fatal was the hour To wretched ...
... soon , as with the whirlwind's speed , Ruin27 rushed round us . Mehun , Clery , fell , The banner'd Leopard waved on Gergeau's wall ; Baugenci yielded ; soon the foe approach'd The towers of Jenville . Fatal was the hour To wretched ...
Էջ 169
... Soon must this harrow'd bosom rest in peace ; Soon must it heave the last soul - rending breath , And sink to slumber in the arms of death . To slumber ! oh , that I might slumber there ! Oh , that that dreadful thought might lull ...
... Soon must this harrow'd bosom rest in peace ; Soon must it heave the last soul - rending breath , And sink to slumber in the arms of death . To slumber ! oh , that I might slumber there ! Oh , that that dreadful thought might lull ...
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... soon be where the weary 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 ...
... soon be where the weary 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 ...
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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