Joan of Arc, and minor poemsG. Routledge and Company, 1854 - 469 من الصفحات |
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... beneath incumbent Deity . I sat in silence , musing on the days To come , unheeding and unseeing all Around me , in that dreaminess of soul When every bodily sense is as it slept , And the mind alone is wakeful . I have heard Strange ...
... beneath incumbent Deity . I sat in silence , musing on the days To come , unheeding and unseeing all Around me , in that dreaminess of soul When every bodily sense is as it slept , And the mind alone is wakeful . I have heard Strange ...
الصفحة 13
... beneath its boughs , bewrays Their nightly dance , and bade him spare the tree . Fancy had cast a spell upon the place And made it holy ; and the villagers Would say that never evil thing approached Unpunish'd there . The strange and ...
... beneath its boughs , bewrays Their nightly dance , and bade him spare the tree . Fancy had cast a spell upon the place And made it holy ; and the villagers Would say that never evil thing approached Unpunish'd there . The strange and ...
الصفحة 15
... beneath the horizon westering slow , Had sunk the orb of day : o'er all the vale A purple softness spread , save where the tree Its giant shadow stretch'd , or winding stream Mirror'd the light of heaven , still traced distinct When ...
... beneath the horizon westering slow , Had sunk the orb of day : o'er all the vale A purple softness spread , save where the tree Its giant shadow stretch'd , or winding stream Mirror'd the light of heaven , still traced distinct When ...
الصفحة 18
... Beneath the vine , come clustering round my knec , That they might hear again the oft - told tale Of the dangers I had past : their little eyes Did with such anxious eagerness attend The tale of life preserved , as made me feel Life's ...
... Beneath the vine , come clustering round my knec , That they might hear again the oft - told tale Of the dangers I had past : their little eyes Did with such anxious eagerness attend The tale of life preserved , as made me feel Life's ...
الصفحة 22
... beneath the axe , thank'd God That he had done his duty . I survive , A solitary , friendless , wretched one , Knowing no joy save in the faith I feel That I shall soon be gather'd to my sires , And soon repose there , where the wicked ...
... beneath the axe , thank'd God That he had done his duty . I survive , A solitary , friendless , wretched one , Knowing no joy save in the faith I feel That I shall soon be gather'd to my sires , And soon repose there , where the wicked ...
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amid arbalist arms bade Beelzebub beheld beneath bless blest blood breast Charlemagne cheek cheerful chief child Chinon cold Conrade coursers cried dark dead death deep dreadful Dunois English exclaim'd fair falchion fame father fear feel fell fierce fight fire fled France gaze grave groan hand happiness hauberk hear heard heart Heaven HENRY THE HERMIT holy host hour JOAN OF ARC king live Lord loud Maid Maid of Orleans Maiden morning never night o'er Odin Orleans pale pass'd peace plain ponderous poor prayer replied rest Rheims Richemont ROBERT SOUTHEY round rush'd shield silent song soon sorrow soul sound spake stood STRANGER stream strong sword Talbot tell tempest thee thine thought throng toil towers traveller trembling troops Twas victim band victor song voice walls warrior waves whilst wild wind woman wretched young youth
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الصفحة 322 - They say it was a shocking sight after the field was won; for many thousand bodies here lay rotting in the sun; but things like that, you know, must be after a famous victory. Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, and our good Prince Eugene. "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" said little Wilhelmine. "Nay... nay... my little girl," quoth he, "it was a famous victory.
الصفحة 336 - O READER ! hast thou ever stood to see The Holly Tree ? The eye that contemplates it well perceives Its glossy leaves Order'd by an intelligence so wise, As might confound the Atheist's sophistries. Below, a circling fence, its leaves are seen Wrinkled and keen ; No grazing cattle through their prickly round Can reach to wound ; But as they grow where nothing is to fear, Smooth and unarm'd the pointless leaves appear.
الصفحة 322 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won ; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun : But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. 'Great praise the Duke of Marlbro* won And our good Prince Eugene;' 'Why 'twas a very wicked thing !' Said little Wilhelmine; 'Nay . . nay . . my little girl,' quoth he, 'It was a famous victory.
الصفحة 322 - twas a famous victory. My father lived at Blenheim then, Yon little stream hard by, They burnt his dwelling to the ground, And he was forced to fly ; So with his wife and child he fled, Nor had he where to rest his head. With fire and sword the country round Was wasted far and wide, And many a childing mother then, And new-born infant, died.
الصفحة 327 - And in at the windows, and in at the door, And through the walls by thousands they pour; And down from the ceiling and up through the floor, From the right and the left, from behind and before, From within and without, from above and below, — And all at once to the Bishop they go. They have whetted their teeth against the stones, And now they pick the Bishop's bones; They gnawed the flesh from every limb, For they were sent to do judgment on him!
الصفحة 337 - And should my youth, as youth is apt, I know, Some harshness show, All vain asperities, I, day by day, Would wear away ; Till the smooth temper of my age should be Like the high leaves upon the holly tree.
الصفحة 337 - So, serious should my youth appear among The thoughtless throng, So would I seem, amid the young and gay More grave than they, That in my age as cheerful I might be As the green winter of the Holly Tree.
الصفحة 305 - But has heard of the Well of St. Keyne. An oak and an elm tree stand beside, And behind does an ash tree grow, And a willow from the bank above Droops to the water below. A traveller came to the Well of St. Keyne ; Joyfully he drew nigh, For from cock-crow he had been travelling, And there was not a cloud in the sky. He drank of the water so cool and clear, For thirsty and hot was he ; And he sat down upon the bank, Under the willow tree.
الصفحة 323 - And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win." " But what good came of it at last ? " Quoth little Peterkin. " Why, that I cannot tell," said he,
الصفحة 343 - AND wherefore do the poor complain ? The rich man asked of me ; — Come walk abroad with me, I said, And I will answer thee.