Joan of Arc, and minor poemsG. Routledge and Company, 1854 - 469 páginas |
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... wave That in the sunbeam glitter'd , fondly thought The white sail of supply . Ah me ! no more Rose on our aching sight the food - fraught bark ; For guarded was the Seine , and our stern foe Had made a league with Famine.15 How my ...
... wave That in the sunbeam glitter'd , fondly thought The white sail of supply . Ah me ! no more Rose on our aching sight the food - fraught bark ; For guarded was the Seine , and our stern foe Had made a league with Famine.15 How my ...
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... wave A pompous shade , and the high torches glare In the mid - day sun a dim and gloomy light , I thought what he had been on earth who now Was gone to his account , and blest my God I was not such as he ! " So spake the old man , And ...
... wave A pompous shade , and the high torches glare In the mid - day sun a dim and gloomy light , I thought what he had been on earth who now Was gone to his account , and blest my God I was not such as he ! " So spake the old man , And ...
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... waves to the winds of heaven . Cold , Graville , is thy sinewy arm in death ; Fall'n is Ventadaur ; silent in the grave Rambouillet sleeps : Bretagne's unfaithful chief Leagues with my foes , and Richemont , or in arms Defies my weak ...
... waves to the winds of heaven . Cold , Graville , is thy sinewy arm in death ; Fall'n is Ventadaur ; silent in the grave Rambouillet sleeps : Bretagne's unfaithful chief Leagues with my foes , and Richemont , or in arms Defies my weak ...
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... wave beneath Reflects and trembles in the purpling beam . On the altar burns that mystic lamp whose flame May not be quenched . Circling round the vase They bow the knee , uttering the half - heard prayer ; Mysterious power ...
... wave beneath Reflects and trembles in the purpling beam . On the altar burns that mystic lamp whose flame May not be quenched . Circling round the vase They bow the knee , uttering the half - heard prayer ; Mysterious power ...
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... wave Adieu ! but high in hope I soon beguil'd These melancholy feelings , by the thought That we should both return to cheer her age , Thy mission well fulfill'd , and quit no more The copse - embosom'd cottage . " But the Maid Soon ...
... wave Adieu ! but high in hope I soon beguil'd These melancholy feelings , by the thought That we should both return to cheer her age , Thy mission well fulfill'd , and quit no more The copse - embosom'd cottage . " But the Maid Soon ...
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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.