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... breasts the wonted flame Of valour ; for by prodigies unmann'd They wait the morn . The soldiers pride was gone , The blood was on their swords , their bucklers lay Unburnish'd and defil'd , they sharpen'd not Their blunted spears , the ...
... breasts the wonted flame Of valour ; for by prodigies unmann'd They wait the morn . The soldiers pride was gone , The blood was on their swords , their bucklers lay Unburnish'd and defil'd , they sharpen'd not Their blunted spears , the ...
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... shall not ye by flight escape " His vengeance . Men of Orleans ! it were vain " By words to waken wrath within your breasts . " Look round ! Your holy buildings and your homes— " Ruins that choke the way ! your populous town- VII 4.
... shall not ye by flight escape " His vengeance . Men of Orleans ! it were vain " By words to waken wrath within your breasts . " Look round ! Your holy buildings and your homes— " Ruins that choke the way ! your populous town- VII 4.
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... breast Even thro ' the hauberk drove . But there the war Raged fiercest where the martial Maiden mov'd The minister of wrath ; for thither throng'd The bravest champions of the adverse host . And on her either side two warriors stood Of ...
... breast Even thro ' the hauberk drove . But there the war Raged fiercest where the martial Maiden mov'd The minister of wrath ; for thither throng'd The bravest champions of the adverse host . And on her either side two warriors stood Of ...
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... breast . Nor to dislodge the chief Could the English pour their numbers , for the way By upward steps presented from the fort Narrow ascent , where one alone could meet The war . Yet were they of their numbers proud , Tho ' useless ...
... breast . Nor to dislodge the chief Could the English pour their numbers , for the way By upward steps presented from the fort Narrow ascent , where one alone could meet The war . Yet were they of their numbers proud , Tho ' useless ...
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... breast - plate with convulsive throes Heav'd as he fell . Victorious , he the prize At many a tournament had borne away In mimic war : happy , if so content With bloodless glory , he had never left The mansion of his sires . But ...
... breast - plate with convulsive throes Heav'd as he fell . Victorious , he the prize At many a tournament had borne away In mimic war : happy , if so content With bloodless glory , he had never left The mansion of his sires . But ...
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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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