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JOAN OF ARC.
From base declining; at just distance roseThe frequent buttress, and thrice twenty fortsLifted aloft their turret-crowned heads, 15All firm and massy. But of these most firmAs tho' of some large castle each the KeepStood six square fortresses with turrets flank'd,Piles of unequall'd strength—tho' now deem'd weak'Gainst puissance more than mortal, and the flames 20Shot from celestial banner. Safely henceThe skilful archer entering with his eyeThe city, might himself the while unseen,Thro' the long opening, shower his winged deaths. Loire's waves diverted fill'd the deep-dug moat 25Circling the pile, a bulwark vast, as whatRound their disheartened camp and stranded ships The Greeks uprear'd, a common sepulchreOf thousands slaughter'd, and the doom'd death-place Of many a Chief, when Priam's patriot son 30Rush'd in his wrath and scattered their pale tribes.

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