Joan of Arc, and minor poemsG. Routledge and Company, 1854 - 469 páginas |
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... clouds Over the lake at eve : their fleeting hues The traveller cannot trace with memory's eye , Yet he remembers well how fair they were , How very lovely . Here in solitude My soul was nurst , amid the loveliest scenes Of unpolluted ...
... clouds Over the lake at eve : their fleeting hues The traveller cannot trace with memory's eye , Yet he remembers well how fair they were , How very lovely . Here in solitude My soul was nurst , amid the loveliest scenes Of unpolluted ...
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... cloud , the womb of tempests , A giant arm burst forth , and dropt a sword That pierced like lightning thro ' the midnight air . Then was there heard a voice , which in mine ear Shall echo , at that hour of dreadful joy When the pale ...
... cloud , the womb of tempests , A giant arm burst forth , and dropt a sword That pierced like lightning thro ' the midnight air . Then was there heard a voice , which in mine ear Shall echo , at that hour of dreadful joy When the pale ...
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... clouds Gather before the wind , the rising wind , Whose sudden gusts , each wilder than the last , Seem'd as they rock'd my senses . Soon the night Darken'd around , and the large rain - drops fell Heavy ; anon with tempest rage the ...
... clouds Gather before the wind , the rising wind , Whose sudden gusts , each wilder than the last , Seem'd as they rock'd my senses . Soon the night Darken'd around , and the large rain - drops fell Heavy ; anon with tempest rage the ...
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... clouds Of evening purpled . The perpetual flow , The ceaseless murmuring , lull'd her to such dreams As Memory in her melancholy mood Most loves . The wonted scenes of Arc arose ; She saw the forest brook , the weed that waved Its long ...
... clouds Of evening purpled . The perpetual flow , The ceaseless murmuring , lull'd her to such dreams As Memory in her melancholy mood Most loves . The wonted scenes of Arc arose ; She saw the forest brook , the weed that waved Its long ...
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... cloud Shadowed the moon . Along the forest glade With swift foot Conrade past , and now had reach'd The plain , where whilome by the pleasant Loire , Cheer'd with the song , the rustics had beheld The day go down upon their merriment ...
... cloud Shadowed the moon . Along the forest glade With swift foot Conrade past , and now had reach'd The plain , where whilome by the pleasant Loire , Cheer'd with the song , the rustics had beheld The day go down upon their merriment ...
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Términos y frases comunes
amid arbalist arms art thou bade BATTLE OF BLENHEIM Beelzebub behold beneath bishop bless blest blood breast busy bee Charlemagne cheek cheerful chief child Chinon Christoval church cold Conrade cried crocodile dark dead death deep delight dreadful Dunois English exclaim'd fair falchion father fear feel fell fire fled France gaze grave hand happiness hath 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 replied rest Richemont Robert Southey round silent smile song soon sorrow soul sound Southey spake stood STRANGER stream strong sword tell tempest thee thine thought tide toil towers traveller troops Twas voice walls warrior waves whilst wife wild wind woman wretched young youth
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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 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 a natural sigh...
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 327 - And often, when I go to plough, The ploughshare turns them out. For many thousand men," said he, " Were slain in that great victory." "Now tell us what 'twas all about...
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 - Why .'twas a very wicked thing! " Said little Wilhelmine. ">Nay, nay, my little girl," quoth he, " It was a famous victory. " And everybody praised the Duke, Who such a fight did win." " But what good came of it at last? " Quoth little Peterkin. " Why, that I cannot tell," said he,
Página 344 - 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 264 - The shriek again was heard : it came More deep, more piercing loud ; That instant o'er the flood the moon Shone through a broken cloud ; And near them they beheld a child ; Upon a crag he stood, A little crag, and all around Was spread the rising flood. The boatman plied the oar, the boat Approach'd his resting-place ; The moon-beam shone upon the child, And show'd how pale his face. " Now reach thine hand ! " the boatman cried, "Lord William, reach and save!
Página 327 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And, with a natural sigh, "'Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, "Who fell in the great victory.
Página 311 - 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.