Minor Poems, Ballads, and Joan of ArcG. Routledge & Company, 1858 - 469 pages |
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... spake Curious they mark'd the Damsel . She appear'd Of eighteen years ; there was no bloom of youth Upon her cheek , yet had the loveliest hues Of health with lesser fascination fix'd The gazer's eye ; for wan the Maiden was , Of ...
... spake Curious they mark'd the Damsel . She appear'd Of eighteen years ; there was no bloom of youth Upon her cheek , yet had the loveliest hues Of health with lesser fascination fix'd The gazer's eye ; for wan the Maiden was , Of ...
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... spake Dunois : " Wilt thou go with me , Maiden , to the king , And there announce thy mission ? " Thus he said , For thoughts of politic craftiness arose Within him , and his unconfirmed faith Determin'd to prompt action . She replied ...
... spake Dunois : " Wilt thou go with me , Maiden , to the king , And there announce thy mission ? " Thus he said , For thoughts of politic craftiness arose Within him , and his unconfirmed faith Determin'd to prompt action . She replied ...
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... spake The tears stream'd fast adown his aged cheeks , - " And if I do not live to see thee more , As sure I think I shall not , yet sometimes Remember thine old uncle . I have loved thee Even from thy childhood , Joan ! and I shall lose ...
... spake The tears stream'd fast adown his aged cheeks , - " And if I do not live to see thee more , As sure I think I shall not , yet sometimes Remember thine old uncle . I have loved thee Even from thy childhood , Joan ! and I shall lose ...
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... spake in tones of tenderness most sweet To my young heart ; how have I felt it leap With transport , when mine uncle Claude approach'd ! For he would place me on his knee , and tell The wondrous tales that childhood loves to hear ...
... spake in tones of tenderness most sweet To my young heart ; how have I felt it leap With transport , when mine uncle Claude approach'd ! For he would place me on his knee , and tell The wondrous tales that childhood loves to hear ...
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... the voice Of anguish , and the deeper agony That spake not . Never will my heart forget The feelings that shot through me , when the sound Of cheerful music burst upon our ears Sudden , and from the arms that round their necks JOAN OF ARC .
... the voice Of anguish , and the deeper agony That spake not . Never will my heart forget The feelings that shot through me , when the sound Of cheerful music burst upon our ears Sudden , and from the arms that round their necks JOAN OF ARC .
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amid arbalist arms art thou bade Battle of Patay Beelzebub behold beneath bless blest blood bloody judge breast Charlemagne cheek cheerful chief child Chinon clouds cold Conrade coursers cried dark dead death deep dreadful Dunois English exclaim'd fair falchion fame father fear feel fell fierce fire fled France gaze hand happiness hath hear heard heart Heaven holy hope host hour JOAN OF ARC king live Lord loud Maid Maid of Orleans Maiden midnight morning never night o'er Odin Orleans pale pass'd peace plain ponderous poor prayer rest Rheims Richemont ROBERT SOUTHEY round rush'd scene smile song soon sorrow soul sound Southey spake stood STRANGER stream strong sword Talbot tempest thee thine thought throng toil towers traveller troops Twas victor song voice walls warrior waves whilst wild wind woman wretched young youth
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Page 327 - IT wAS a summer evening; Old Kaspar's work was done. And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun; And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round. Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found. That was so large and smooth and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with...
Page 328 - They say it was a shocking sight after the field was won; for many thousand bodies here lay rotting in the sun; but things like that, you know, must be after a famous victory. Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, and our good Prince Eugene. "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" said little Wilhelmine. "Nay... nay... my little girl," quoth he, "it was a famous victory.
Page 328 - twas a famous victory. "My father lived at Blenheim then, Yon little stream hard by; They burnt his dwelling to the ground, And he was forced to fly; So with his wife and child he fled, Nor had he where to rest his head.
Page 329 - And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win." " But what good came of it at last ?" Quoth little Peterkin. " Why, that I cannot tell," said he,
Page 327 - twas all about,' Young Peterkin, he cries; And little Wilhelmine looks up With wonder-waiting eyes; 'Now tell us all about the war, And what they fought each other for.
Page 344 - O READER ! hast thou ever stood to see The Holly Tree ? The eye that contemplates it well perceives Its glossy leaves Order'd by an intelligence so wise, As might confound the Atheist's sophistries. Below, a circling fence, its leaves are seen Wrinkled and keen ; No grazing cattle through their prickly round Can reach to wound ; But as they grow where nothing is to fear, Smooth and unarm'd the pointless leaves appear.
Page 283 - Behind a wide column, half breathless with fear, She crept to conceal herself there ; That instant the moon o'er a dark cloud shone clear, And she saw in the moonlight two ruffians appear, And between them a corpse did they bear.
Page 312 - Now art thou a bachelor, stranger?" quoth he, "For an if thou hast a wife, The happiest draught thou hast drank this day That ever thou didst in thy life.
Page 368 - Maturer Manhood now arrives, And other thoughts come on, But with the baseless hopes of Youth Its generous warmth is gone ; Cold calculating cares succeed, The timid thought, the wary deed, The dull realities of truth ; Back on the past he turns his eye, Remembering with an envious sigh The happy dreams of Youth. So reaches he the latter stage Of this our mortal pilgrimage, With feeble step and slow ; New ills that latter stage await, And old Experience learns too late That all is vanity below. Life's...
Page 367 - MAN hath a weary pilgrimage As through the world he wends, On every stage from youth to age Still discontent attends ; With heaviness he casts his eye Upon the road before, And still remembers with a sigh The days that are no more.