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He the Delight of human-kind misnamed;Cæsars and Soldans, Emperors and Kings,Here they were all, all who for glory fought,Here in the Court of Glory reaping nowThe meed they merited.As gazing roundThe Virgin mark'd the miserable train,A deep and hollow voice from one went forth;"Thou who art come to view our punishment,Maiden of Orleans! hither turn thine eyes,For I am he whose bloody victoriesThy power hath rendered vain. Lo! I am here,The hero conqueror of Azincour,Henry of England!—wretched that I am,I might have reigned in happiness and peace,My coffers full, my subjects undisturb'd,And Plenty and Prosperity had lovedTo dwell amongst them: but mine eye beheldThe realm of France, by faction tempest-torn,And therefore I did think that it would fall
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