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AR's varied horrors, and the train of ills That follow on Ambition's blood-stain'd path And fill the world with woe; of France preserv'd By maiden hand, what time her chiefs subdued, Or slept in death, or lingered life in chains, I sing: nor wilt thou scorn the song.


 * Sunk was the sun: o'er all the expanse of air

The mists of evening deepening as they rose Chill'd the still scene; when thro' the forest gloom, Rapt on with lightning speed, in vain Dunois Now check'd with weaker force the unheeded rein, Now