Joan of Arc, and minor poemsG. Routledge and Company, 1854 - 469 من الصفحات |
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... host ! It were ill done to linger here when Heaven Has sent such strange assistance . Let what force Lorraine may yield to Chinon follow us ; And with the tidings of this holy Maid , Rais'd up by God , fill thou the country ; soon The ...
... host ! It were ill done to linger here when Heaven Has sent such strange assistance . Let what force Lorraine may yield to Chinon follow us ; And with the tidings of this holy Maid , Rais'd up by God , fill thou the country ; soon The ...
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... host speaks of the battle of Azincour , and the siege of Roan . AND now , 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 ...
... host speaks of the battle of Azincour , and the siege of Roan . AND now , 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 ...
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... host . 66 How would my heart leap once more to behold The gallant , generous chieftain ! I fought by him When all the hopes of victory were lost , And down his batter'd arms the blood stream'd fast From many a wound . Like wolves they ...
... host . 66 How would my heart leap once more to behold The gallant , generous chieftain ! I fought by him When all the hopes of victory were lost , And down his batter'd arms the blood stream'd fast From many a wound . Like wolves they ...
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... host We burst with fierce assault impetuous forth , For many were the warrior13 sons of Roan . O'er all that gallant ... Hosts we vow'd ; And we had baffled the besieging power , But our cold - hearted foeman drew around His strong ...
... host We burst with fierce assault impetuous forth , For many were the warrior13 sons of Roan . O'er all that gallant ... Hosts we vow'd ; And we had baffled the besieging power , But our cold - hearted foeman drew around His strong ...
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... host In victory to prove the mission sent From favouring Heaven . To the Pope refer For judgment ! Know ye not that France even now Stands tottering on destruction ! " Starting wild , With a strange look , the mission'd Maid exclaim'd ...
... host In victory to prove the mission sent From favouring Heaven . To the Pope refer For judgment ! Know ye not that France even now Stands tottering on destruction ! " Starting wild , With a strange look , the mission'd Maid exclaim'd ...
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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.