That he can hear the groan of wretchedness
And feel no fleshly pang! Why did the All-Good665
Create these warrior scourges of mankind,
These who delight in slaughter? I did think
There was not on this earth a heart so hard
Could hear a famish'd woman cry For bread,
And know no pity. As the outcast train 670
Drew near, the English Monarch bade his troops
Force back the miserable multitude.[1]
They drove them to the walls—it was the depth
Of Winter—we had no relief to grant.
The aged ones groan'd to our foe in vain,675
The mother pleaded for her dying child
And they felt no remorse!"
The Mission'd Maid
Starts from her seat—"The old and the infirm
"The
- ↑ Line 672 "A great number of poore sillie creatures were put out of the gates, which were by the Englishmen that kept the trenches, beaten and driven back againe to the same gates, which they found closed and shut against them, and so they laie betweene the wals of the citie and the trenches of the enemies, still crieing for help and releefe, for lack whereof great numbers of them dailie died.Holinshed.
rike of Rouen for denouncing the King accursed was delivered to him and deteined in prison till he died.Holinshed. Titus Livius.
