Joan of Arc, an epic poem, 第 2 巻1812 |
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... " My wounded heart would feel another pang " Should'st thou forsake me ! " " JOAN ! " the chief replied , " Along the weary pilgrimage of life " Together will we journey , and beguile " The dreary road , telling with what gay hopes VIII 43.
... " My wounded heart would feel another pang " Should'st thou forsake me ! " " JOAN ! " the chief replied , " Along the weary pilgrimage of life " Together will we journey , and beguile " The dreary road , telling with what gay hopes VIII 43.
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... Feel ye not , comrades , how the ramparts shake " Beneath the ponderous ram's incessant stroke ? " Exclaim'd a venturous Englishman , " Our foes , " In woman - like compassion , have dismiss'd " A powerful escort , weakening thus ...
... Feel ye not , comrades , how the ramparts shake " Beneath the ponderous ram's incessant stroke ? " Exclaim'd a venturous Englishman , " Our foes , " In woman - like compassion , have dismiss'd " A powerful escort , weakening thus ...
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... tremble at him , yet to love " A god of terrors ? Maid , beloved of heaven ! " Come to this sacred trial ! share with us " The day of penance and the night of prayer ! " Humble thyself ! feel thine own worthlessness , " IX 84.
... tremble at him , yet to love " A god of terrors ? Maid , beloved of heaven ! " Come to this sacred trial ! share with us " The day of penance and the night of prayer ! " Humble thyself ! feel thine own worthlessness , " IX 84.
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Robert Southey. " Humble thyself ! feel thine own worthlessness , " A reptile worm ! before thy birth condemn'd " To all the horrors of thy Maker's wrath , " The lot of fallen mankind ! ob , hither come ! " Humble thyself in ashes , so ...
Robert Southey. " Humble thyself ! feel thine own worthlessness , " A reptile worm ! before thy birth condemn'd " To all the horrors of thy Maker's wrath , " The lot of fallen mankind ! ob , hither come ! " Humble thyself in ashes , so ...
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... feel " The weight of blood press heavy on thy soul ? " I slew the wolves of state , the murderers " Of thousands . JOAN ! when rusted in its sheath , " The sword of justice hung , blamest thou the man " That lent his weapon for the ...
... feel " The weight of blood press heavy on thy soul ? " I slew the wolves of state , the murderers " Of thousands . JOAN ! when rusted in its sheath , " The sword of justice hung , blamest thou the man " That lent his weapon for the ...
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Alençon amid arbalist archbishop of Bourges arçon arms arrows bade balista banner battle battle-axe beheld Beneath blood breast buckler burgonet cheek chief chieftain conquest Conrade Corineus courser cried dæmon damsel darts death deep dost dreadful Dunois eager earth English esquire exclaim'd falchion fall fear fell fierce fight fire fix'd fled force fought France gate Gaze Glacidas Gladdisdale Glocester glory hand hast hath heart heaven helm herald holy honour host hour javelin JOAN JOAN OF ARC Joshua Barnes king knight lance lifts lord loud MAID OF ORLEANS Maiden mangonels mark'd mission'd mov'd murderous numbers o'er oriflamme pass'd peace petraries pierce plain ponderous pour'd prayer prepar'd reach'd replied Rheims Richemont round rush'd says seiz'd seneschal shield Silius Italicus soon sorrow soul spake spear stood strength sword Talbot thee Theodore thou thro tower trembling troops valour vanquish'd Virgin wall warrior weapon wound wretched
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266 ページ - ... pleasures : some in glittering pride Spun to adorn the earth, whilst others wear Rags of deformity, but knots of care No thread was wholly free from. Next to this Fair glorious tower, was placed that black abyss Of dreadful Atropos, the baleful seat Of death and...
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