Joan of Arc, and minor poemsG. Routledge and Company, 1854 - 469 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 7
... clouds Over the lake at eve : their fleeting hues The traveller cannot trace with memory's eye , Yet he remembers well how fair they were , How very lovely . Here in solitude My soul was nurst , amid the loveliest scenes Of unpolluted ...
... clouds Over the lake at eve : their fleeting hues The traveller cannot trace with memory's eye , Yet he remembers well how fair they were , How very lovely . Here in solitude My soul was nurst , amid the loveliest scenes Of unpolluted ...
الصفحة 12
... cloud , the womb of tempests , A giant arm burst forth , and dropt a sword That pierced like lightning thro ' the midnight air . Then was there heard a voice , which in mine ear Shall echo , at that hour of dreadful joy When the pale ...
... cloud , the womb of tempests , A giant arm burst forth , and dropt a sword That pierced like lightning thro ' the midnight air . Then was there heard a voice , which in mine ear Shall echo , at that hour of dreadful joy When the pale ...
الصفحة 12
... clouds Gather before the wind , the rising wind , Whose sudden gusts , each wilder than the last , Seem'd as they rock'd my senses . Soon the night Darken'd around , and the large rain - drops fell Heavy ; anon with tempest rage the ...
... clouds Gather before the wind , the rising wind , Whose sudden gusts , each wilder than the last , Seem'd as they rock'd my senses . Soon the night Darken'd around , and the large rain - drops fell Heavy ; anon with tempest rage the ...
الصفحة 14
... clouds Gather before the wind , the rising wind , Whose sudden gusts , each wilder than the last , Seem'd as they rock'd my senses . Soon the night Darken'd around , and the large rain - drops fell Heavy ; anon with tempest rage the ...
... clouds Gather before the wind , the rising wind , Whose sudden gusts , each wilder than the last , Seem'd as they rock'd my senses . Soon the night Darken'd around , and the large rain - drops fell Heavy ; anon with tempest rage the ...
الصفحة 46
... clouds Of evening purpled . The perpetual flow , The ceaseless murmuring , lull'd her to such dreams As Memory in her melancholy mood Most loves . The wonted scenes of Arc arose ; She saw the forest brook , the weed that waved Its long ...
... clouds Of evening purpled . The perpetual flow , The ceaseless murmuring , lull'd her to such dreams As Memory in her melancholy mood Most loves . The wonted scenes of Arc arose ; She saw the forest brook , the weed that waved Its long ...
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amid arbalist arms art thou bade BATTLE OF BLENHEIM Beelzebub behold beneath bless blest blood breast Charlemagne cheek cheerful chief child Chinon Christoval church cold Conrade cried dark dead death deep delight Donica dreadful Dunois English exclaim'd fair falchion father fear feel fell fierce fire fled France gaze grave grew hand happiness hear heard heart heaven HENRY THE HERMIT holy hope 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 poor prayer rest Richemont Robert Southey round silent smile song soon sorrow soul sound Southey spake stood STRANGER stream strong sword tell tempest thee thine thought throng toil towers traveller trembling troops Twas victim band voice walls warrior waves whilst wife wild wind woman wretched young youth
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الصفحة 320 - 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 334 - 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 320 - 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 320 - 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 326 - 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 335 - 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 335 - 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 303 - 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 321 - 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 341 - AND wherefore do the poor complain ? The rich man asked of me ; — Come walk abroad with me, I said, And I will answer thee.