Joan of Arc, and minor poemsG. Routledge and Company, 1854 - 469 pages |
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... soul's health Soliciting Heaven , may likeliest remedy The stricken mind , or frenzied or possess'd . " So as Sir Robert ceas'd , the Maiden cried , " I am not mad . Possess'd indeed I am ! The hand of God is strong upon my soul , And I ...
... soul's health Soliciting Heaven , may likeliest remedy The stricken mind , or frenzied or possess'd . " So as Sir Robert ceas'd , the Maiden cried , " I am not mad . Possess'd indeed I am ! The hand of God is strong upon my soul , And I ...
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... soul The call of God . " They listened to the Maid , And they almost believed . Then spake Dunois : " Wilt thou go with me , Maiden , to the king , And there announce thy mission ? " Thus he said , For thoughts of politic craftiness ...
... soul The call of God . " They listened to the Maid , And they almost believed . Then spake Dunois : " Wilt thou go with me , Maiden , to the king , And there announce thy mission ? " Thus he said , For thoughts of politic craftiness ...
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... soul , Unmoved ; but soon she calmed her , and bespake The good old man . " Now go thee to thine home , And comfort thee mine uncle , with the thought Of what I am , for what high enterprise Chosen from among the people . Oh , be sure I ...
... soul , Unmoved ; but soon she calmed her , and bespake The good old man . " Now go thee to thine home , And comfort thee mine uncle , with the thought Of what I am , for what high enterprise Chosen from among the people . Oh , be sure I ...
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... soul Possess'd the germ of steady fortitude , And stubbornly I bore unkind rebuke And wrathful chastisement . Yet was the voice That spake in tones of tenderness most sweet To my young heart ; how have I felt it leap With transport ...
... soul Possess'd the germ of steady fortitude , And stubbornly I bore unkind rebuke And wrathful chastisement . Yet was the voice That spake in tones of tenderness most sweet To my young heart ; how have I felt it leap With transport ...
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... 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 early dawn , and mark its slope Rich with the blossom'd ...
... 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 early dawn , and mark its slope Rich with the blossom'd ...
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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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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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,
Page 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.