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... blood was on their swords , their bucklers lay Unburnish'd and defil'd , they sharpen'd not Their blunted spears , the affrighted archer's hand Relax'd not his bent bow . To them , confus'd With fears of unknown danger the long night ...
... blood was on their swords , their bucklers lay Unburnish'd and defil'd , they sharpen'd not Their blunted spears , the affrighted archer's hand Relax'd not his bent bow . To them , confus'd With fears of unknown danger the long night ...
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... blood - reeking plain . Your humbled foes " Lurk trembling now amid their massy walls . " Wolves that have ravaged the neglected flock ! " The Shepherd - the Great Shepherd is arisen ! " Ye fly ! yet shall not ye by flight escape " His ...
... blood - reeking plain . Your humbled foes " Lurk trembling now amid their massy walls . " Wolves that have ravaged the neglected flock ! " The Shepherd - the Great Shepherd is arisen ! " Ye fly ! yet shall not ye by flight escape " His ...
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... the corselet of a meaner man It fell , and pierced , there where the heaving lungs In vital play distended , to the heart Roll back their brighten'd tide : from the deep wound The red blood gush'd : prone on the steps he VII 17.
... the corselet of a meaner man It fell , and pierced , there where the heaving lungs In vital play distended , to the heart Roll back their brighten'd tide : from the deep wound The red blood gush'd : prone on the steps he VII 17.
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Robert Southey. The red blood gush'd : prone on the steps he fell , And in the strong convulsive grasp of death Grasp'd his long pike . Of unrecorded name The soldier died ; yet did he leave behind One who did never say her daily prayers ...
Robert Southey. The red blood gush'd : prone on the steps he fell , And in the strong convulsive grasp of death Grasp'd his long pike . Of unrecorded name The soldier died ; yet did he leave behind One who did never say her daily prayers ...
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... blood Started ; with blood the chambers of the brain Were fill'd ; his 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 ...
... blood Started ; with blood the chambers of the brain Were fill'd ; his 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 ...
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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 gallant 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 Rangemore reach'd replied Rheims Richemont round rush'd says seneschal shield 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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