Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor Poems |
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In the desolate pile I drove my flock , with no irreverent thoughts , Nor mindless that the place on which I trod Was holy ... -and then I thought I could have withered armies with a look , For from the present saint such divine power I ...
In the desolate pile I drove my flock , with no irreverent thoughts , Nor mindless that the place on which I trod Was holy ... -and then I thought I could have withered armies with a look , For from the present saint such divine power I ...
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Thou wakest in my mind A 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 ...
Thou wakest in my mind A 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 ...
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Thus the French In such array and high in confident hope Await the signal ; whilst , with other thoughts , And ... the thought Of her near vengeance ; and the tale they told Roused such a tumult in the new - come troops , As fitted them ...
Thus the French In such array and high in confident hope Await the signal ; whilst , with other thoughts , And ... the thought Of her near vengeance ; and the tale they told Roused such a tumult in the new - come troops , As fitted them ...
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