"Now then Dunois for Orleans !'" cried the Maid "And give we to the flames these monuments "Of sorrow and disgrace. The ascending flames "Shall to the dwellers of yon rescued town "Blaze with a joyful splendour, while the foe "Behold and tremble." As she spake, they rush'd To fire the forts; they shower their wild fire there, The host retire. Hush'd is the field of fight The shattered fragments of the midnight wreck. |