Joan of Arc, Ballads, Lyrics, and Minor PoemsG. Routledge and sons, 1870 - 469 էջ |
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Էջ 346
... wretched as thou art- Thou miserable , childless , poor old man- Think , father , what that agony had been ! Now thou mayst sorrow for me , thou mayst bless The memory of thy poor , polluted child . Look if it have not kindled Brutus ...
... wretched as thou art- Thou miserable , childless , poor old man- Think , father , what that agony had been ! Now thou mayst sorrow for me , thou mayst bless The memory of thy poor , polluted child . Look if it have not kindled Brutus ...
Էջ 382
... wretched sons ; Her wretched sons who pine with want amid The abundant earth , and blindly bow them down Before the Moloch shrines of wealth and power , Authors of evil . Oh , it is most sweet To medicine with thy wiles the wearied ...
... wretched sons ; Her wretched sons who pine with want amid The abundant earth , and blindly bow them down Before the Moloch shrines of wealth and power , Authors of evil . Oh , it is most sweet To medicine with thy wiles the wearied ...
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... wretched age In earnest prayer and bitter penitence , Despised and self - despising : think of her , Young man , and learn to reverence womankind ! XV . UNDER AN OAK . HERE , traveller ! pause awhile . This ancient oak Will parasol thee ...
... wretched age In earnest prayer and bitter penitence , Despised and self - despising : think of her , Young man , and learn to reverence womankind ! XV . UNDER AN OAK . HERE , traveller ! pause awhile . This ancient oak Will parasol thee ...
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JOAN OF ARC | 1 |
EARLY POEMS | 141 |
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