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JOAN OF ARC.
Trembling as when upon some little rock
Islanded from the not-far-distant shore,
The shipwreck'd seamen difficultly escap'd
Stands, and beholds the tide fast rising round."
Islanded from the not-far-distant shore,
The shipwreck'd seamen difficultly escap'd
Stands, and beholds the tide fast rising round."
"With standards proudly waving to the breeze, 265
Onward they move. The clarions breathe aloud
Their martial clangor, and the chearful fife,
According to the thundering drum's deep sound,
Directs their measur'd march. Before the ranks
Stalks the stern form of Salisbury, the scourge 270
Of France; and Talbot towered by his side,
Talbot, at whose dread name the froward child
Clings mute and trembling to his nurse's breast.
Suffolk was there, and Hungerford, and Scales,
And Fastolffe, victor in the frequent fight. 275
Dark as the autumnal storm they roll'd along,
That big with ruin chills tire blacken'd vale;
A countless host! From the high tower I mark'd
The dreadful scene.—I saw the iron blaze
Onward they move. The clarions breathe aloud
Their martial clangor, and the chearful fife,
According to the thundering drum's deep sound,
Directs their measur'd march. Before the ranks
Stalks the stern form of Salisbury, the scourge 270
Of France; and Talbot towered by his side,
Talbot, at whose dread name the froward child
Clings mute and trembling to his nurse's breast.
Suffolk was there, and Hungerford, and Scales,
And Fastolffe, victor in the frequent fight. 275
Dark as the autumnal storm they roll'd along,
That big with ruin chills tire blacken'd vale;
A countless host! From the high tower I mark'd
The dreadful scene.—I saw the iron blaze
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