Joan of Arc, and minor poemsG. Routledge and Company, 1854 - 469 páginas |
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... fair variety of things , Green fields and tufted woods , and the blue depth Of heaven , and yonder glorious sun , to doubt Creating wisdom ! when in the evening gale I breathe the mingled odours of the spring , And hear the wild wood ...
... fair variety of things , Green fields and tufted woods , and the blue depth Of heaven , and yonder glorious sun , to doubt Creating wisdom ! when in the evening gale I breathe the mingled odours of the spring , And hear the wild wood ...
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... fair and fertile pastures , the deep Meuse Roll'd glittering on . Domremi's cottages Gleam'd in the sun hard by , white cottages , That in the evening traveller's weary mind Had waken'd thoughts of comfort and of home , Till his heart ...
... fair and fertile pastures , the deep Meuse Roll'd glittering on . Domremi's cottages Gleam'd in the sun hard by , white cottages , That in the evening traveller's weary mind Had waken'd thoughts of comfort and of home , Till his heart ...
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... fair they were , How very lovely . Here in solitude My soul was nurst , amid the loveliest scenes Of unpolluted nature . Sweet it was , As the white mists of morning roll'd away , To see the mountain's wooded heights appear Dark in the ...
... fair they were , How very lovely . Here in solitude My soul was nurst , amid the loveliest scenes Of unpolluted nature . Sweet it was , As the white mists of morning roll'd away , To see the mountain's wooded heights appear Dark in the ...
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... fair combat gave the mortal blow ; Here the poor captives , weaponless and bound , Saw their stern victors draw again the sword , And groan'd and strove in vain to free their hands , And bade them think upon their plighted faith , And ...
... fair combat gave the mortal blow ; Here the poor captives , weaponless and bound , Saw their stern victors draw again the sword , And groan'd and strove in vain to free their hands , And bade them think upon their plighted faith , And ...
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... FAIR dawn'd the morning , and the early sun Pour'd on the latticed cot a cheerful gleam , And up the travellers rose , and on their way Hasten'd , their dangerous way , thro ' fertile tracks The waste of war . They pass'd the Auxerrois ...
... FAIR dawn'd the morning , and the early sun Pour'd on the latticed cot a cheerful gleam , And up the travellers rose , and on their way Hasten'd , their dangerous way , thro ' fertile tracks The waste of war . They pass'd the Auxerrois ...
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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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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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,
Página 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.