Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor Poems |
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Thitherward On a spring eve I had betaken me , And there I sat , and mark'd the deep red clouds Gather before the wind , the rising wind , Whose sudden gusts , each wilder than the last , Seem'd as they rock'd my senses .
Thitherward On a spring eve I had betaken me , And there I sat , and mark'd the deep red clouds Gather before the wind , the rising wind , Whose sudden gusts , each wilder than the last , Seem'd as they rock'd my senses .
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When my wounds with the chilly night - wind smarted sore , And I thought of the friends I should never see more , No hand to relieve - scarce a morsel of bread- Sick at heart I have envied the peace of the dead !
When my wounds with the chilly night - wind smarted sore , And I thought of the friends I should never see more , No hand to relieve - scarce a morsel of bread- Sick at heart I have envied the peace of the dead !
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The roaring of the winds they take to be the noise of horsemen attacking one another , the howling of the tempest for the beating of drums , and the claps of thunder for the discharge of muskets and cannons . When the wind drives the ...
The roaring of the winds they take to be the noise of horsemen attacking one another , the howling of the tempest for the beating of drums , and the claps of thunder for the discharge of muskets and cannons . When the wind drives the ...
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