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JOAN OF ARC.
In dangerless manœuvres some review,
The mockery of murder! follow'd him
The train of courtiers, summer-flies that sport
In the sun-beam of favor, insects sprung 90
From the court dunghill, greedy blood-suckers,
The foul corruption-gender'd swarm of state.
The mockery of murder! follow'd him
The train of courtiers, summer-flies that sport
In the sun-beam of favor, insects sprung 90
From the court dunghill, greedy blood-suckers,
The foul corruption-gender'd swarm of state.
As o'er some flowery field the busy bees
Pour their deep music, pleasant melody
To the tired traveller, under some old oak 95
Stretch'd in the checquer'd shade; or as the sound
Of far-off waters down the craggy steep
Dash'd with loud uproar, rose the murmer round
Of admiration. Every gazing eye
Dwelt on the mission'd Maid. Of all besides, 100
The long procession and the gorgeous train,
Tho' glittering they with gold and sparkling gems,
And their rich plumes high waving to the air,
Heedless.
The consecrated dome they reach,
Pour their deep music, pleasant melody
To the tired traveller, under some old oak 95
Stretch'd in the checquer'd shade; or as the sound
Of far-off waters down the craggy steep
Dash'd with loud uproar, rose the murmer round
Of admiration. Every gazing eye
Dwelt on the mission'd Maid. Of all besides, 100
The long procession and the gorgeous train,
Tho' glittering they with gold and sparkling gems,
And their rich plumes high waving to the air,
Heedless.
The consecrated dome they reach,
Rear'd
