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JOAN OF ARC.
That was to him even as a daughter! Charles,This holy tale would I tell, prophet-like,And gazing on thee cry, "Thou art the man!"
 He said, and with a quick and troubled step Retired. Astonish'd at his daring phrase, 200The guests sat heedless of the minstrel's song, Pondering the words mysterious. Soon the harp Beguil'd their senses of anxiety.
 The court dispers'd: retiring from the hall, Charles and the delegated damsel sought 205The inner palace. There awaited them The Queen: with her JOAN loved to pass the hours, By various converse cheer'd; for she had won The Virgin's heart by her mild melancholy, The calm and duteous patience that deplor'd 210A husband's cold half-love. To her she told With what strange words the messenger from Orleans Had rous'd uneasy wonder in her mind;

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