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JOAN OF ARC.
By public hatred, and the murderer's name!There too the Son of Talbot, young in arms,Moved eager he, at many a tournament,With matchless force, had pointed his strong lance,O'er all opponents, victor: confident 315In strength, and jealous of his future fame,His heart beat high for battle. Such arrayOf marshall'd numbers fought not on the fieldOf Crecy, nor at Poictiers; nor such forceLed Henry to the fight of Azincour, 320When thousands fell before him.Onward moveThe host of France: and now their venturous KnightsDismount; their safety, and their country's weal,Trusting to their own strength. The Maid alone,Conspicuous on a coal-black courser, meets 325The war. They moved to battle with such soundAs rushes o'er the vaulted firmament,When from his seat, on the utmost verge of HeavenThat overhangs the Void, Father of Winds!

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