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JOAN OF ARC.
Allow'd no pause for thought. With clasped handsAnd fixed eye she sat, the while aroundThe Spectres of the Days departed rose,15A melancholy train! that rock-roof'd cellShe call'd to mind where many a winter's dayWith Theodore she mark'd the driving storm:She call'd to mind the hours of merrimentWhen mingling in the dance with careless glee20She join'd the blithesome train: then her wild eyeBeheld him cold, and his blood-clotted faceIn death distorted. O'er her shivering frameThe chill dews started, for upon the galeThe crow's hoarse croak was heard. Sudden she rose,25And passing thro' the camp with hasty stepStrode to the field of blood.The night was calm;Fair as was ever on Chaldea's plainWhen the pale moon-beams o'er the silvery sceneShone cloudless, whilst the watchful shepherd's eye30Survey'd the host of heaven, and mark'd them rise

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