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Of Conrade was among them. Not more fierce
Like some tall rock,
Tho'round him prest bis foemen, by Despair Hearten’d. He, mowing thro' the throng his path, Calld on the troops of France, and bade them haste Where he should lead the way. A daring bånd . Followed the adventurous Chieftain : he moved on Unterrified, amid the arrowy shower, Tho' on his shield and helm the darts fell fast . As the sear'd leaves that from the trembling tree The autumnal whirlwind shakes.
Nor Conrade paus'd, Still thro' the fierce fight urging on his way,
Till to the gate he came, and with strong hand
The banner'd lillies on the captur'd wall Tossed to the wind. “On to the neighbouring fort!" Cried Conrade, “ Xaintrailles ! ere the night draws on “Once more to conquest lead the troops of France ! “ Foree ye the lists, and fill the deep-dug moat,
“And with the ram, shake down their batter'd walls, • Anon I shall be with you." Thus be said; Then to the Damsel. “Maid of Arc! awhile “ Cease we from battle, and by short repose “ Renew our strength.” So saying he his helm Unlaced, and in the Loire's near-flowing stream Coold bis hot face. The Maid her head unhelm'd, And stooping to the stream, reflected there Saw her white plumage stain'd with human blood ! Shuddering she saw, but soon her steady soul Collected : on the banks she laid her down, Freely awhile respiring, for her breath Quick panted from the fight : silent they lay, For gratefully the cooling breezes bathed Their throbbing temples.
It was now the noon : The sun-beams on the gently-waving stream Danced sparkling. Lost in thought the warrior lay, And softening sadly his stern face, exclaimd, “ Maiden of Arc! at such an hour as this, .
“ Beneath the o'er-arching forest's checquer'd shade, “With that lost woman have I wandered on, “ Talking of years of happiness to come! “ Oh hours for ever fied ! delightful dreams “ Of the unsuspecting heart! I do believe “ If Agnes on a worthier one had fix'd “ Her love, that tho' mine aching heart had nurst “ Its sorrows, I had never on her choice “ Pour'd one upbraiding—but to stoop to him ! “ A harlot lan adulteress!"
In his eye Red anger flash'd ; anon of what she was Ere yet the foul pollution of the Court Stain'd her fair fame, he thought. “Oh happy age !" He cried, " when all the family of man “ Freely enjoyed their goodly heritage, “ And only bow'd the knee in prayer to God ! “ Calm flow'd the unruffled stream of years along, “ Till o'er the peaceful rustic's head, grew grey « The hairs in full of time. Then he would sit
“ Beneath the coetaneous oak, whilst round, “Sons, grandsons and their offspring join'd to form “The blameless merriment; and learnt of him “What time to yoke the oxen to the plough, “What hollow moanings of the western wind “Foretel the storm, and in what lurid clouds “The embryo lightning lies. Well pleas’d, he taught, “The heart-sinile glowing on his aged cheek, “ Mild as the summer's sun's decaying light. " Thus quietly the stream of life flow'd on “ Till in the shoreless ocean lost at length." “ Around the bed of death his numeroas race “ Listen’d, in no unprofitable grief, “ His last advice, and caught his latest sigh: “ And when he died, as he had fallen asleep, “ Beneath the aged tree that grew with him “ They delved the narrow house : there oft at eve “ Drew round their children of the after days, “ And pointing to the turf, told how he lived, " And taught by his example how to die.