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JOAN OF ARC.
Sullen and stern, and feeding on dark thoughts, 765And meditating vengeance.In the wallsOf Orleans, tho' her habitants with joyHumbly acknowledged the high aid of Heaven,Of many a heavy ill and bitter lossMindful; such mingled sentiments they felt 770As one from shipwreck saved, the first warm glowOf transport past, who contemplates himself,Preserved alone, a solitary wretch,Possessed of life indeed, but reft of allThat makes man love to live. The Chieftains shared 775The social bowl, glad of the town relieved,And communing of that miraculous Maid,Who came the saviour of the realm of France,When vanquish'd in the frequent field of shame,Her bravest warriors trembled.JOAN the while 780Foodless and silent to the Convent pass'd:Conrade, with her and Isabel; both mute,

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