Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor PoemsG. Routledge and sons, 1870 - 469 էջ |
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... thoughts Of holiness . The unsparing soldiery Had sack'd the hamlet near , and none was left Duly at sacred seasons ... thought I could have withered armies with a look , For from the present saint such divine power I felt infused ...
... thoughts Of holiness . The unsparing soldiery Had sack'd the hamlet near , and none was left Duly at sacred seasons ... thought I could have withered armies with a look , For from the present saint such divine power I felt infused ...
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... thought that makes me sad , " the youth replied , For Elinor wept much at my resolve , And , eloquent with all a mother's fears , Urged me to leave her not . My wayward beart Smote me , as I look'd back and saw her wave Adieu ! but high ...
... thought that makes me sad , " the youth replied , For Elinor wept much at my resolve , And , eloquent with all a mother's fears , Urged me to leave her not . My wayward beart Smote me , as I look'd back and saw her wave Adieu ! but high ...
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... thoughts , And ominous awe , once more the invading host Prepare them in the field of fight to meet The Maid of God ... thought , bewray'd his inward doubts : Still he was firm , though all might fly , resolved That Talbot should ...
... thoughts , And ominous awe , once more the invading host Prepare them in the field of fight to meet The Maid of God ... thought , bewray'd his inward doubts : Still he was firm , though all might fly , resolved That Talbot should ...
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