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... soon the shafts , Impell'd by that strong stroke beyond the host , Wasting their force , fell harmless . Now they reach'd Where by the bayle's embattled wall in arms The knights of England stood . There Poynings shook His lance , and ...
... soon the shafts , Impell'd by that strong stroke beyond the host , Wasting their force , fell harmless . Now they reach'd Where by the bayle's embattled wall in arms The knights of England stood . There Poynings shook His lance , and ...
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... soon recovering , his keen lance Thrust on the warrior's shield : there fast - infix'd , Nor could Alençon the deep driven spear Recover , nor the foeman from his grasp Wrench the contended weapon . Fierce again He lifts the mace , that ...
... soon recovering , his keen lance Thrust on the warrior's shield : there fast - infix'd , Nor could Alençon the deep driven spear Recover , nor the foeman from his grasp Wrench the contended weapon . Fierce again He lifts the mace , that ...
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... stood , Guarding ascent . The herald and the Maid Follow'd , and soon the exulting cry of France Along the lists was heard , as waved aloft The holy banner . Gladdisdale beheld , And hasting from his well - defended post Sped to VII 11.
... stood , Guarding ascent . The herald and the Maid Follow'd , and soon the exulting cry of France Along the lists was heard , as waved aloft The holy banner . Gladdisdale beheld , And hasting from his well - defended post Sped to VII 11.
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... soon from Orleans the glad citizens Beheld the hallow'd banner on the tower Triumphant . Swift along the lofty wall The English haste to St. John's neighbouring fort , Flying with fearful speed . Nor from pursuit The victors ceas'd ...
... soon from Orleans the glad citizens Beheld the hallow'd banner on the tower Triumphant . Swift along the lofty wall The English haste to St. John's neighbouring fort , Flying with fearful speed . Nor from pursuit The victors ceas'd ...
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... soon her steady soul Collected : on the banks she laid her down , Freely awhile respiring , for her breath Quick panted from the fight : silent they lay , For gratefully the cooling breezes bath'd Their throbbing temples . It was now ...
... soon her steady soul Collected : on the banks she laid her down , Freely awhile respiring , for her breath Quick panted from the fight : silent they lay , For gratefully the cooling breezes bath'd Their throbbing temples . It was now ...
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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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Page 190 - ... me that am a king born, having both a king to my father and a queen to my mother.
Page 134 - Now the Maid Stood as prepared to speak, and waved her hand, And instant silence followed. " King of France !" She cried, " at Chinon, when my gifted eye Knew thee disguised, what inwardly the Spirit Prompted, I...
Page 188 - Scales horse having on his chafron, a long spear pike of steel; and as the two champions coped together, the same horse thrust his pike into the nostrils of the Bastard's horse, so that for very pain he mounted so high that he fell on the one side with his master...
Page 136 - I am a king, and fit it is That these should perish for me ! ' if thy realm Should, through the counsels of thy government, Be filled with woe, and in thy streets be heard The voice of mourning and the feeble cry Of asking hunger ; if at such a time Thou dost behold thy...
Page 239 - O'er whose black marble sides a dim, drear light Struggled with darkness from the unfrequent lamp. Enthroned around, the murderers of mankind, Monarchs, the great, the glorious, the august, Each bearing on his brow a crown of fire, Sat stern and silent. Nimrod, he was there, First king, the mighty hunter ; and that chief Who did belie his mother's fame, that so He might be called young Ammon. In this court...
Page 267 - A lightless sulphur, choked with smoky fogs Of an infected darkness: in this place Dwell many thousand thousand sundry sorts Of never-dying deaths: there damned souls Roar without pity; there are gluttons fed With toads and adders ; there is burning oil Poured down the drunkard's throat...
Page 150 - This fair Agnes had been five years in the service of the queen, during which she had enjoyed all the pleasures of life, in wearing rich clothes, furred robes, golden chains, and precious stones...
Page 238 - Ninirod, he was there, First king the mighty hunter ; and that chief Who did belie his mother's fame, that so He might be called young Ammon. In this court Caesar was crown'd, accurst liberticide; And he who murdered Tully, that cold villain, Octavius, tho...
Page 266 - ... 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...
Page 214 - I grant, were this life all ; Was there no morning to the tomb's long night ; If man did mingle with the senseless clod, Himself as senseless, — then wert thou indeed A wise and friendly comforter. But, fiend ! There is a morning to the tomb's long night, A dawn of glory, a reward in heaven, He shall not gain who never merited. If thou didst know the worth of one good deed In life's last hour, thou wouldst not bid me lose The precious privilege, while life endures, To do my Father's will. A mighty...