Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor PoemsG. Routledge and sons, 1870 - 469 էջ |
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Էջ 68
... tell your Maid , Joyful we wait her coming . " There was one Among the English chiefs , who had grown old In arms , yet had not age unnerved his limbs , But from the flexile nimbleness of youth Braced to unyielding strength . One , who ...
... tell your Maid , Joyful we wait her coming . " There was one Among the English chiefs , who had grown old In arms , yet had not age unnerved his limbs , But from the flexile nimbleness of youth Braced to unyielding strength . One , who ...
Էջ 208
... tell me where to go ! But tell me , quoth the stranger then , What this thy crime hath been , So haply I may comfort give To one that grieves for sin . Oh I have done a cursed deed ! The wretched man replies , And night and day , and ...
... tell me where to go ! But tell me , quoth the stranger then , What this thy crime hath been , So haply I may comfort give To one that grieves for sin . Oh I have done a cursed deed ! The wretched man replies , And night and day , and ...
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... tell you how the smuggler murdered The woman down at Pill ? HARRY . No , never ! never GRANDMOTHER . Not how he cut her head off in the stable ? HARRY . Oh ! -now ! -do tell us that ! GRANDMOTHER . You must have heard Your mother ...
... tell you how the smuggler murdered The woman down at Pill ? HARRY . No , never ! never GRANDMOTHER . Not how he cut her head off in the stable ? HARRY . Oh ! -now ! -do tell us that ! GRANDMOTHER . You must have heard Your mother ...
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JOAN OF ARC | 1 |
EARLY POEMS | 141 |
TO A FRIEND IN THE COUNTRY | 238 |
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Common terms and phrases
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