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BOOK THE EIGHTH.
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The dewy light. The soldiers from the earthLeap up invigorate, and each his foodReceives, impatient to renew the war.Dunois his javelin to the Tournelles points. 145"Soldiers of France! your English foes are there!"
 As when a band of hunters, round the den Of some wood-monster, point their spears, elate In hope of conquest and the future feast; (When on the hospitable board their spoil 150Shall smoak, and they, as the rich bowl goes round, Tell to their guests their exploits in the chase;) They with their shouts of exultation make The forest ring: so elevate of heart,With such loud clamors for the fierce assault 155The French prepare; nor, guarding now the lists Durst the disheartened English man to man Meet the close conflict. From the barbican,[1]

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  1. ↑ Line 158. Next the bayle was the ditch, foss, graff, or mote: generally where it could be a wet one, and pretty deep. The passage over it was by a draw-bridge, covered by an advance work called a barbican. Grose.
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