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... tower'd the Son of Orleans , in his strength Poising the ponderous spear . His batter'd shield , Witnessing the fierce fray of yesternight , Hung on his sinewy arm . « Maiden of Arc , " So as he spake approaching , cried the chief , VII 3.
... tower'd the Son of Orleans , in his strength Poising the ponderous spear . His batter'd shield , Witnessing the fierce fray of yesternight , Hung on his sinewy arm . « Maiden of Arc , " So as he spake approaching , cried the chief , VII 3.
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Robert Southey. Himself a quiver . And of loftier port On the other hand tower'd Conrade . Firmly fenced , A jazerent of double mail he wore , Beneath whose weight one but of common strength Had sunk . Untir'd the conflict he endur'd ...
Robert Southey. Himself a quiver . And of loftier port On the other hand tower'd Conrade . Firmly fenced , A jazerent of double mail he wore , Beneath whose weight one but of common strength Had sunk . Untir'd the conflict he endur'd ...
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... 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 , but with the fugitives Mingled and waged the war : the combatants , Lock ...
... 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 , but with the fugitives Mingled and waged the war : the combatants , Lock ...
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... bold troops with all their mangonels ; Or tortoises , beneath whose roofing safe , They , filling the deep moat , might for the towers Make fit foundation , or with petraries , War - wolfs , and beugles , and that murderous VIII 45.
... bold troops with all their mangonels ; Or tortoises , beneath whose roofing safe , They , filling the deep moat , might for the towers Make fit foundation , or with petraries , War - wolfs , and beugles , and that murderous VIII 45.
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... towers , For open were the gates , and blaz'd for all The friendly fire . By glory lur'd , the youth Went forth ; and he had bath'd his ... tower the men of Orleans wheel Four stages elevate . Above was hung , Equalling the VIII 51.
... towers , For open were the gates , and blaz'd for all The friendly fire . By glory lur'd , the youth Went forth ; and he had bath'd his ... tower the men of Orleans wheel Four stages elevate . Above was hung , Equalling the VIII 51.
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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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