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BOOK THE FOURTH.
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The astonish'd King, 470Trembled like Felix, when the Apostle spake Of righteousness to come.And now Dunois, Poising a javelin, came with hasty step: His eye beam'd exultation."Thou hast rous'dThe sleeping virtue of the sons of France; 475They croud around the standard," cried the chief."My lance is ponderous; I have sharp'd my sword To meet the mortal combat. Mission'd Maid, Our brethren sieged in Orleans, every moment Gaze from the watch-tower with the sick'ning eye 480Of expectation."Rous'd from his amaze,And trusting by religion's forms observ'd, With scrupulous care, to atone for the foul breach Of her first duties, thus the King exclaim'd:"O chosen by Heav'n, defer awhile thy march, 485"That o'er the land my Heralds may proclaim

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