Minor Poems, Ballads, and Joan of ArcG. Routledge & Company, 1858 - 469 páginas |
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... art thou to him that lives in rest , O Death ! and grievous in the hour of joy The thought of thy cold dwelling ; but thou comest Most welcome to the wretched ; a best friend To him that wanteth one ; a comforter , For in the grave is ...
... art thou to him that lives in rest , O Death ! and grievous in the hour of joy The thought of thy cold dwelling ; but thou comest Most welcome to the wretched ; a best friend To him that wanteth one ; a comforter , For in the grave is ...
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... Art thou bound For the Court , Dunois ? " exclaimed the aged knight ; " I deem'd thee far away , coop'd in the JOAN OF ARC . 23.
... Art thou bound For the Court , Dunois ? " exclaimed the aged knight ; " I deem'd thee far away , coop'd in the JOAN OF ARC . 23.
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... Thou art for the Court ; Son of the Chief I lov'd ! Be wise by my experience . He who seeks Court favour , ventures like the boy who leans Over the brink of some high precipice To reach the o'er - hanging fruit . Thou seest me here A ...
... Thou art for the Court ; Son of the Chief I lov'd ! Be wise by my experience . He who seeks Court favour , ventures like the boy who leans Over the brink of some high precipice To reach the o'er - hanging fruit . Thou seest me here A ...
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... Thou art well come to witness the disgrace , The weak , unmanly , mean despondency Of this thy Sovereign Liege . He will retreat To distant Dauphine and fly the war ! Go then , unworthy of thy rank ! retreat To distant Dauphinè , and ...
... Thou art well come to witness the disgrace , The weak , unmanly , mean despondency Of this thy Sovereign Liege . He will retreat To distant Dauphine and fly the war ! Go then , unworthy of thy rank ! retreat To distant Dauphinè , and ...
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... Thou art the King . I come the avenging delegate of Heaven , Wielding the wrathful weapon , from whose death , Their stern arts palsied by the arm of God , Far , far from Orleans shall the English wolves Speed their disastrous flight ...
... Thou art the King . I come the avenging delegate of Heaven , Wielding the wrathful weapon , from whose death , Their stern arts palsied by the arm of God , Far , far from Orleans shall the English wolves Speed their disastrous flight ...
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amid arbalist arms art thou bade Battle of Patay Beelzebub behold beneath bless blest blood bloody judge breast Charlemagne cheek cheerful chief child Chinon clouds cold Conrade coursers cried dark dead death deep dreadful Dunois English exclaim'd fair falchion fame father fear feel fell fierce fire fled France gaze hand happiness hath hear heard heart Heaven holy hope host hour JOAN OF ARC king live Lord loud Maid Maid of Orleans Maiden midnight morning never night o'er Odin Orleans pale pass'd peace plain ponderous poor prayer rest Rheims Richemont ROBERT SOUTHEY round rush'd scene smile song soon sorrow soul sound Southey spake stood STRANGER stream strong sword Talbot tempest thee thine thought throng toil towers traveller troops Twas victor song voice walls warrior waves whilst wild wind woman wretched young youth
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Página 327 - IT wAS a summer evening; Old Kaspar's work was done. And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun; And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round. Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found. That was so large and smooth and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with...
Página 328 - 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.
Página 328 - 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.
Página 329 - 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,
Página 327 - twas all about,' Young Peterkin, he cries; And little Wilhelmine looks up With wonder-waiting eyes; 'Now tell us all about the war, And what they fought each other for.
Página 344 - 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.
Página 283 - Behind a wide column, half breathless with fear, She crept to conceal herself there ; That instant the moon o'er a dark cloud shone clear, And she saw in the moonlight two ruffians appear, And between them a corpse did they bear.
Página 312 - Now art thou a bachelor, stranger?" quoth he, "For an if thou hast a wife, The happiest draught thou hast drank this day That ever thou didst in thy life.
Página 368 - Maturer Manhood now arrives, And other thoughts come on, But with the baseless hopes of Youth Its generous warmth is gone ; Cold calculating cares succeed, The timid thought, the wary deed, The dull realities of truth ; Back on the past he turns his eye, Remembering with an envious sigh The happy dreams of Youth. So reaches he the latter stage Of this our mortal pilgrimage, With feeble step and slow ; New ills that latter stage await, And old Experience learns too late That all is vanity below. Life's...
Página 367 - MAN hath a weary pilgrimage As through the world he wends, On every stage from youth to age Still discontent attends ; With heaviness he casts his eye Upon the road before, And still remembers with a sigh The days that are no more.