Joan of Arc, and minor poemsG. Routledge and Company, 1854 - 469 páginas |
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... English Poets , and Palmerin of England , a translation from the Por- tuguese ; and we learn that in the same year he had a proposal from Walter Scott to contribute to the Edinburgh Review . But Southey had some time before abandoned ...
... English Poets , and Palmerin of England , a translation from the Por- tuguese ; and we learn that in the same year he had a proposal from Walter Scott to contribute to the Edinburgh Review . But Southey had some time before abandoned ...
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... ENGLISH ECLOGUES BALLADS AND METRICAL PIECES . • 222 · JASPAR . LORD WILLIAM ST . MICHAEL'S CHAIR . THE DESTRUCTION OF JERUSALEM 256 261 • . 261 • 267 • • 269 THE SPANISH ARMADA A BALLAD SHOWING HOW AN OLD WOMAN RODE DOUBLE AND WHO RODE ...
... ENGLISH ECLOGUES BALLADS AND METRICAL PIECES . • 222 · JASPAR . LORD WILLIAM ST . MICHAEL'S CHAIR . THE DESTRUCTION OF JERUSALEM 256 261 • . 261 • 267 • • 269 THE SPANISH ARMADA A BALLAD SHOWING HOW AN OLD WOMAN RODE DOUBLE AND WHO RODE ...
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... English . If among my readers there be one who can wish success to an unjust cause , because his country supported it , I desire not that man's approbation . On the 8th of May , the epoch of its deliverance , an annual fête is held at ...
... English . If among my readers there be one who can wish success to an unjust cause , because his country supported it , I desire not that man's approbation . On the 8th of May , the epoch of its deliverance , an annual fête is held at ...
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... , sir warrior ! God be with thee , And send thee better fortune than old Bertram ! I would that I were young again , to meet These haughty English in the field of fight ; Such as I was when on the fatal plain Of JOAN OF ARC . 15.
... , sir warrior ! God be with thee , And send thee better fortune than old Bertram ! I would that I were young again , to meet These haughty English in the field of fight ; Such as I was when on the fatal plain Of JOAN OF ARC . 15.
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... English monarch bade his troops Force20 back the miserable multitude . They drove them to the walls - it was the depth Of winter - we had no relief to grant . The aged ones groan'd to our foe in vain ; The mother pleaded for her dying ...
... English monarch bade his troops Force20 back the miserable multitude . They drove them to the walls - it was the depth Of winter - we had no relief to grant . The aged ones groan'd to our foe in vain ; The mother pleaded for her dying ...
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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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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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,
Página 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.