Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor PoemsG. Routledge and sons, 1870 - 469 էջ |
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... wild , And vast , yet such they were as made me pant As though by some divinity possess'd . “ But is there not some duty due to those We love ? ' said Theodore ; and as he spake His warm cheek crimson'd . ' Is it not most right To cheer ...
... wild , And vast , yet such they were as made me pant As though by some divinity possess'd . “ But is there not some duty due to those We love ? ' said Theodore ; and as he spake His warm cheek crimson'd . ' Is it not most right To cheer ...
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... wild with joy speeds on to taste the wave So long bewail'd . Swift as the affrighted herd Scud o'er the plain , when frequent through the sky Flash the fierce lightnings , speed the routed host Of England . To the sheltering forts they ...
... wild with joy speeds on to taste the wave So long bewail'd . Swift as the affrighted herd Scud o'er the plain , when frequent through the sky Flash the fierce lightnings , speed the routed host Of England . To the sheltering forts they ...
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... wilds To sink , wan famine's prey ? Amid these pathless wilds , Where even Nature dies ! For here no seeds ... wild and waste , Through the wide wilderness of dearth , Where desolation blasted all around , Heaven led the people ...
... wilds To sink , wan famine's prey ? Amid these pathless wilds , Where even Nature dies ! For here no seeds ... wild and waste , Through the wide wilderness of dearth , Where desolation blasted all around , Heaven led the people ...
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JOAN OF ARC | 1 |
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TO A FRIEND IN THE COUNTRY | 238 |
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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