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JOAN OF ARC.
The ponderous battle axe; the groan of death
Commingling frequent with the storm was heard,
And the shrill shriek of Fear.
Amid the fight
Slaughter exultant rides. His giant limbs
Bestride the whirlwind, and his red right arm 305
Arrowed the lightning. Frantic Fury howls
Amid the thickest ranks, and from her torch
Tartarean flashes shook, and loud was heard
Horror's dread shriek amid the wild uproar.
Commingling frequent with the storm was heard,
And the shrill shriek of Fear.
Amid the fight
Slaughter exultant rides. His giant limbs
Bestride the whirlwind, and his red right arm 305
Arrowed the lightning. Frantic Fury howls
Amid the thickest ranks, and from her torch
Tartarean flashes shook, and loud was heard
Horror's dread shriek amid the wild uproar.
Lo! where the holy banner waved aloft 310
The lambent lightnings play'd. Irradiate round
As with a blaze of glory, o'er the field
It shot miraculous splendor. Then their hearts
Sunk, and the English trembled. With such fear
Possessed, as when the combined host beheld 315
The sun stand still on Gibeon, at the voice
Of that king-conquering warrior, he who smote
The country of the hills, and of the south,
The lambent lightnings play'd. Irradiate round
As with a blaze of glory, o'er the field
It shot miraculous splendor. Then their hearts
Sunk, and the English trembled. With such fear
Possessed, as when the combined host beheld 315
The sun stand still on Gibeon, at the voice
Of that king-conquering warrior, he who smote
The country of the hills, and of the south,
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