Into our wounds, ambitious ear best pleas'd
With the War's clamor and the groan of Death,635
Was deaf to prayer. Day after day fled on;
We heard no voice of comfort; never aid
Arriv'd. And now the loathliest food was sought,
And now the wretched ones lay in our streets
Crying for food, and dying as they cry'd—640
Oh God it was a dreadful sight to see!
Yet still we struggled nobly. Blanchard still
Spoke of the savage fury of the foe,
Of captives massacred at Azincour,
Of ravaged Caen, and of her gallant sons645
In cold blood murder'd. Then his scanty food[1]
- ↑ Line 646 Henry, not satisfied with the reduction of Caen, put several of the inhabitants to death, who had signalized their valour in defence of their liberty and property.
equitable peace; but the King's reply plainly evinced his determination of availing himself of the present situation of public affairs, "Do you not see", said he, "that God has brought me hither, as it were by the hand? The throne of France may be said to be vacant; I have a good title to that crown; the whole kingdom is involved in the utmost disorder and confusion; few are willing, and still fewer are able, to resist me. Can I have a more convincing proof of the interposition of heaven in my favour, and that the Supreme Ruler of all things has decreed that I should ascend the throne of France?"
