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... sound ships Dismantling , left no spot where treacherous fear Might still with wild and wistful eye look back . For knowing no retreat , his desperate troops In conquest sought their safety ; victors hence At Tlascala , and o'er the ...
... sound ships Dismantling , left no spot where treacherous fear Might still with wild and wistful eye look back . For knowing no retreat , his desperate troops In conquest sought their safety ; victors hence At Tlascala , and o'er the ...
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... sound Of their near footsteps to the chief ; he drew His falchion forth , and down the steps he rush'd . Then terror seized the English , for their foes Swarm'd thro ' the open portal , and the sword Of Conrade was among them . Not more ...
... sound Of their near footsteps to the chief ; he drew His falchion forth , and down the steps he rush'd . Then terror seized the English , for their foes Swarm'd thro ' the open portal , and the sword Of Conrade was among them . Not more ...
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... sound . The forts they seek , Now reckless which , so from that battle's rage A present refuge . On their flying ranks The victors press , and mark their course with blood . But loud the trumpet of retreat resounds , For now the ...
... sound . The forts they seek , Now reckless which , so from that battle's rage A present refuge . On their flying ranks The victors press , and mark their course with blood . But loud the trumpet of retreat resounds , For now the ...
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... sound Of arms and men ; the earth , that trampled late By multitudes , gave to the passing wind Its dusty clouds , now reek'd with their hot gore . High on the fort's far summit Talbot mark'd The fight , and call'd impatient for his ...
... sound Of arms and men ; the earth , that trampled late By multitudes , gave to the passing wind Its dusty clouds , now reek'd with their hot gore . High on the fort's far summit Talbot mark'd The fight , and call'd impatient for his ...
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... sound Mov'd on the air but filled them with vague dread Of unseen dangers ; if the blast arose Sudden , thro ' every fibre a deep fear Crept shivering , and to their expecting minds Silence itself was dreadful . One there was Who , E 2.
... sound Mov'd on the air but filled them with vague dread Of unseen dangers ; if the blast arose Sudden , thro ' every fibre a deep fear Crept shivering , and to their expecting minds Silence itself was dreadful . One there was Who , E 2.
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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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