Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor Poems |
From inside the book
Արդյունքներ 70–ի 1-ից 3-ը:
Էջ 68
Fastolffe cried , " A woman warrior has your monarch sent To save devoted Orleans ? By the rood , I thank his Grace . If she be young and fair , No worthless prize , my lords ! Go tell your Maid , Joyful we wait her coming .
Fastolffe cried , " A woman warrior has your monarch sent To save devoted Orleans ? By the rood , I thank his Grace . If she be young and fair , No worthless prize , my lords ! Go tell your Maid , Joyful we wait her coming .
Էջ 175
... to other realms a toil , For war , Was but the pastime here ; Skill'd the bold youth to hurl the unerring spear , To wield the falchion , to direct the dart , Firm was each warrior's frame , yet gentle was his heart .
... to other realms a toil , For war , Was but the pastime here ; Skill'd the bold youth to hurl the unerring spear , To wield the falchion , to direct the dart , Firm was each warrior's frame , yet gentle was his heart .
Էջ 176
Dark was the dungeon , damp the ground , Beneath the reach of cheering day , Where Regner dying lay ; Poisonous adders all around On the expiring warrior hung , Yet the full stream of verse flow'd from his dauntless tongue : 66 We ...
Dark was the dungeon , damp the ground , Beneath the reach of cheering day , Where Regner dying lay ; Poisonous adders all around On the expiring warrior hung , Yet the full stream of verse flow'd from his dauntless tongue : 66 We ...
What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Բովանդակություն
THE MISERS MANSION | 9 |
BALLADS AND METRICAL PIECES | 31 |
THE ROSE | 148 |
19 այլ բաժինները չեն ցուցադրվում
Այլ խմբագրություններ - View all
Common terms and phrases
amid arms bear behold beneath bless blood breast cheek cheerful chief child cold comes Conrade cried dark dead death deep dreadful earth English face fair fall father fear feel fell field fierce fight fire fled force France gaze give grave hand happiness hard hast head hear heard heart Heaven holy hope host hour king knew leaves light live look Lord loud Maid meet mind morning nature never night o'er once Orleans pale pass past peace plain poor prayer replied rest round scene seen side song soon soul sound spake spread stood stream strong sword tell thee thine thou thought towers traveller troops Twas voice walls warrior waves wild wind woman wretched young youth