Poems, Dialogues in Verse and Epigrams By Walter Savage Landor: Edited with notes by Charles G. Crump |
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XL. JANE OF ARC.
O Maid of Arc! why dare I not to say
Of Orleans? There thro' flames thy glory shone.
Accursed, thrice accursed, be the day
When English tongues could mock thy parting groan.
Of Orleans? There thro' flames thy glory shone.
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When English tongues could mock thy parting groan.
With Saints and Angels art thou seated now,
And with true-hearted patriots, host more rare!
To thine is bent in love a Milton's brow,
With many a Demon under . . and Voltaire.
And with true-hearted patriots, host more rare!
To thine is bent in love a Milton's brow,
With many a Demon under . . and Voltaire.
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