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JOAN of ARC

BOOK THE FIFTH.

SCARCE had the earliest ray from Chinon's towersMade visible the mists that curl'd alongThe winding waves of Vienne, when from her couchStarted the martial Maid. She mail'd her limbs;The white plumes nodded o'er her helmed head; 5She girt the temper'd falchion by her side,And, like some youth that from his mother's arms,For his first field impatient, breaks away,Poising the lance went forth.Twelve hundred men, Rearing in order'd ranks their well-sharp'd spears, 10Await her coming. Terrible in arms Before them towered Dunois. His manly face

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