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... Maid He strode , on her resolv'd to wreak his rage , With her to end the war . Nor did not JOAN Areed his purpose : lifting up her shield Prepar'd she stood , and pois'd her sparkling spear . The English chief came on ; he rais'd his ...
... Maid He strode , on her resolv'd to wreak his rage , With her to end the war . Nor did not JOAN Areed his purpose : lifting up her shield Prepar'd she stood , and pois'd her sparkling spear . The English chief came on ; he rais'd his ...
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... Maid of Arc ! awhile " Cease we from battle , and by short repose " Renew our strength . " So saying he his helm Unlaced , and in the Loire's near flowing stream Cool'd his hot face . The Maid her head unhelm'd , And stooping to the ...
... Maid of Arc ! awhile " Cease we from battle , and by short repose " Renew our strength . " So saying he his helm Unlaced , and in the Loire's near flowing stream Cool'd his hot face . The Maid her head unhelm'd , And stooping to the ...
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... Maid Had listen'd sadly , till at that lov'd name She wept . " Nay , Maid ! " he cried , " I did not think " To wake a tear ; . . . yet pleasant is thy grief ! " Thou know'st not what it is , around thy heart " To have a false one ...
... Maid Had listen'd sadly , till at that lov'd name She wept . " Nay , Maid ! " he cried , " I did not think " To wake a tear ; . . . yet pleasant is thy grief ! " Thou know'st not what it is , around thy heart " To have a false one ...
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... Maid beheld ! " Lo ! Conrade ! " she exclaim'd , " The foes advance to meet us .. look ! they lower " The bridge ! and now they rush upon the troops : .. " A gallant onset ! Dost thou mark the man " Who all the day has by our side endur ...
... Maid beheld ! " Lo ! Conrade ! " she exclaim'd , " The foes advance to meet us .. look ! they lower " The bridge ! and now they rush upon the troops : .. " A gallant onset ! Dost thou mark the man " Who all the day has by our side endur ...
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... Maid , For there the victim of his vengeful arm , Known by the buckler's blazon'd heraldry , Salisbury lay dead . So as the virgin stood Gazing around the plain , she mark'd a man Pass slowly on , as burthened . Him to aid She sped ...
... Maid , For there the victim of his vengeful arm , Known by the buckler's blazon'd heraldry , Salisbury lay dead . So as the virgin stood Gazing around the plain , she mark'd a man Pass slowly on , as burthened . Him to aid She sped ...
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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...
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