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JOAN OF ARC.
Gazed on the father of her unborn babe.
An English Knight, who eager for renown 350Late left his peaceful mansion, mark'd the Maid.Her power miraculous, and fearful deedsHe from the troops had heard incredulous,And scoff'd their easy fears, and vow'd that he,Proving the magic of this dreaded Girl 355In equal battle, would dissolve the spell,Powerless oppos'd to valor. Forth he spurr'dBefore the ranks; she mark'd the coming foe,And fix'd her lance in rest, and rush'd along.Midway they met; full on her buckler driv'n, 360Shiver'd the English spear: her better forceDrove the brave foeman senseless from his seat.Headlong he fell, nor ever to the senseOf shame awoke, for rushing multitudesSoon crush'd the helpless Warrior.Then the Maid 365Rode thro' the thickest battle: fast they fell,

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