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Could raise her sickly eye. Oh then what joy 255Inspired anew their bosoms, when, like cloudsMoving in shadows down the distant hill,They mark'd their coining succours! in each heartDoubt rais'd a busy tumult; soon they knewThe friendly standard, and a general shout 260Burst from the joyful ranks; yet came no joyTo Talbot: he, with dark and downward brow,Mus'd sternly, till at length arous'd to hopeOf vengeance, welcoming his warrior son,He brake a sullen smile.[1]"Son of my age! 265Welcome young Talbot to thy first of fields.Thy father bids thee welcome, tho' disgraced, Baffled, and flying from a Woman's arm!Yes, by my former glories, from a Woman!The scourge of France! the conqueror of Men! 270Flying before a Woman! Son of Talbot,

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  1. ↑ Line 265. "She sternly shook her dewy locks, and brake
    "A melancholy smile."Quarles.
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