302
JOAN OF ARC.
Sullen and stern, and feeding on dark thoughts, 765
And meditating vengeance.
In the walls
Of Orleans, tho' her habitants with joy
Humbly acknowledged the high aid of Heaven,
Of many a heavy ill and bitter loss
Mindful; such mingled sentiments they felt 770
As one from shipwreck saved, the first warm glow
Of transport past, who contemplates himself,
Preserved alone, a solitary wretch,
Possessed of life indeed, but reft of all
That makes man love to live. The Chieftains shared 775
The social bowl, glad of the town relieved,
And communing of that miraculous Maid,
Who came the saviour of the realm of France,
When vanquish'd in the frequent field of shame,
Her bravest warriors trembled.
JOAN the while 780
Foodless and silent to the Convent pass'd:
Conrade, with her and Isabel; both mute,
And meditating vengeance.
In the walls
Of Orleans, tho' her habitants with joy
Humbly acknowledged the high aid of Heaven,
Of many a heavy ill and bitter loss
Mindful; such mingled sentiments they felt 770
As one from shipwreck saved, the first warm glow
Of transport past, who contemplates himself,
Preserved alone, a solitary wretch,
Possessed of life indeed, but reft of all
That makes man love to live. The Chieftains shared 775
The social bowl, glad of the town relieved,
And communing of that miraculous Maid,
Who came the saviour of the realm of France,
When vanquish'd in the frequent field of shame,
Her bravest warriors trembled.
JOAN the while 780
Foodless and silent to the Convent pass'd:
Conrade, with her and Isabel; both mute,
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