Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor PoemsG. Routledge and sons, 1870 - 469 էջ |
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... thee more , As sure I think I shall not , yet sometimes Remember thine old uncle . I have loved thee Even from thy childhood , Joan ! and I shall lose The comfort of mine age in losing thee . But God be with thee , Maid ! " He had a ...
... thee more , As sure I think I shall not , yet sometimes Remember thine old uncle . I have loved thee Even from thy childhood , Joan ! and I shall lose The comfort of mine age in losing thee . But God be with thee , Maid ! " He had a ...
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... thee disguised , what inwardly the Spirit Prompted , I spake - armed with the sword of God , To drive from Orleans far the English wolves , And crown thee in the rescued walls of Rheims . All is accomplished . I have here this day ...
... thee disguised , what inwardly the Spirit Prompted , I spake - armed with the sword of God , To drive from Orleans far the English wolves , And crown thee in the rescued walls of Rheims . All is accomplished . I have here this day ...
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... thee ! We pine for the want of thy beams , We adore thee with anguish and groans . My father , rest in peace ! Rest with the dust of thy sires ! They placed their cross in thy dying grasp ; - They bore thee to their burial place , And ...
... thee ! We pine for the want of thy beams , We adore thee with anguish and groans . My father , rest in peace ! Rest with the dust of thy sires ! They placed their cross in thy dying grasp ; - They bore thee to their burial place , And ...
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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