He the brute vastness held aloft, and bore, And headlong hurl'd, all shatter'd to the sea, Down from the rock's high summit, since that day Him, hugest of the giants, chronicling, Called Langoemagog. The Maid of Arc Bounds o'er the bridge, and to the wind unfurls And loud, as when the tempest-tossing forest Hurl there their beams, and stones, and javelins, fitted to such a beastial cruelty was his end; for hearing of a huge monster that from the Irish sea infested the coast, and in the pride of his strength foolishly attempting to set manly valour against a brute vastness, when his weapons were all in vain, by that horrible mouth he was catched up and devoured." Firm mount the French, and now upon the wall Wage equal battle. Burning at the sight With indignation, Glacidas beheld His troops fly scattered; fast on every side The holy standard waving; and the Maid Speed but this arrow Heaven!" The Chief exclaim'd, " and I shall fall content." So saying, he his sharpest quarrel chose, And fix'd the bow-string, and against the Maid "Fool!" the enraged Chief exclaim'd, "Would she had slain thee! thou hast lived too long." Again he aim'd his arbalist: the string Fled true, and difficultly thro' the mail Pierced to her neck, and tinged its point with blood. "She bleeds! she bleeds!" exulting cried the Chief; "The Sorceress bleeds! nor all her hellish arts "Can charm my arrows from their destined course." Ill-fated man! in vain with murderous hand Placing thy feathered quarrel in its groove, Dream'st thou of JOAN subdued! She from her neck Plucking the shaft unterrified, exclaim'd, "This is a favour! Frenchmen, let us on! "The Tournelles adjoining to the Bridge, was kept by Glacidas, (one of the most resolute Captains among the English) having well encouraged his men to defend themselves and to fight for their lives. The skirmish begins at nine of the clock in the morning, and the ladders are planted. A "Escape they cannot from the hand of God!" But Conrade, rolling round his angry eyes, storm of English arrows falls upon our men with such violence as they recoiled. "How now!" (saith the Virgin)" have we begun so well to end so ill? let us charge! they are our own, seeing God is on our side!" so every one recovering his forces, flocks about the Virgin. The English double the storm upon the thickest of the troops. The Virgin fighting in the foremost ranks and encouraging her men to do well was shot through the arm with an arrow; she, nothing amazed, takes the arrow in one hand and her sword in the other, "this is a favour "" (says she)" let us go on! they cannot escape the hand of GOD!" Chapelain has dilated this exclamation of the Maid into a ridiculous speech. Quoy! valeureux Guerriers, quoy! dans vostre avantage Pour moy, je le repute a supreme bonheur, Et dans ce petit mal je trouve un grand honneur ; Vous n'en verres pas moins vos bras victorieux, Beheld the English Chieftain as he aim'd At him he drew the string: the powerless dart And lifting high his ponderous battle-axe, * I can make nothing English of this name. Monstrellet calls him Clacedas and Clasendas. Daniel says the principal leaders of the English were Suffolk, Talbot, Scales, Fastolffe, et un nommè Glacidas ou Clacidas, dont le mérite suppléant à la naissance, l'avoit fait parvenir aux prémieres charges de l'armée. The importance attached to a second name is well exemplified by an extract in Selden, relating to "the creation of Robert Earle of Glocester natural sonne to King Henry I. The King having speech with Mabile the sole daughter and heire of Robert Fitz Hayman Lord of Glocester, told her (as |