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Could raise her sickly eye. Oh then what joy 255
Inspired anew their bosoms, when, like clouds
Moving in shadows down the distant hill,
They mark'd their coining succours! in each heart
Doubt rais'd a busy tumult; soon they knew
The friendly standard, and a general shout 260
Burst from the joyful ranks; yet came no joy
To Talbot: he, with dark and downward brow,
Mus'd sternly, till at length arous'd to hope
Of vengeance, welcoming his warrior son,
He brake a sullen smile.[1]
"Son of my age! 265
Welcome young Talbot to thy first of fields.
Thy father bids thee welcome, tho' disgraced,
Baffled, and flying from a Woman's arm!
Yes, by my former glories, from a Woman!
The scourge of France! the conqueror of Men! 270
Flying before a Woman! Son of Talbot,
Inspired anew their bosoms, when, like clouds
Moving in shadows down the distant hill,
They mark'd their coining succours! in each heart
Doubt rais'd a busy tumult; soon they knew
The friendly standard, and a general shout 260
Burst from the joyful ranks; yet came no joy
To Talbot: he, with dark and downward brow,
Mus'd sternly, till at length arous'd to hope
Of vengeance, welcoming his warrior son,
He brake a sullen smile.[1]
"Son of my age! 265
Welcome young Talbot to thy first of fields.
Thy father bids thee welcome, tho' disgraced,
Baffled, and flying from a Woman's arm!
Yes, by my former glories, from a Woman!
The scourge of France! the conqueror of Men! 270
Flying before a Woman! Son of Talbot,
"Had
