stars in

the meadow

tle one o

ial grace

y beech and

child with

maids of

han one am

arling o

rt wast on

the wild th

their na

yed fawn of

ly glancing

slipp'd down

his gentle

bell a

s they fol

ws her sheep

n to the fol

rld that w

d of her ea

ir of the

er breath a

eech tree a

her no lon

thought and

nt shrine o

henceforth

thout her,

r France

beloved,

church-wall

in the blin

plumes an

sun in his

pierced th

France,

thou shalt

nd village

t child o

nnocence o

t the treason

the curse o

e-pile in

t its flames

loves the

ill not fo

t maid of

innocen

hat men sa

n and his

thy name,

of thy count

-robed host o

t more t

r lip, on the fair realm of France. She saw visions; St. Michael ap

foon; V

ON F

Sunda

from the t

teach the

eaceful t

alms befor

hest heaven

this day's

whence no

lms of tri

lood in ri

ood by Eng

racious Mi

e priests

Towton shimme

ce and helm; whil

e fair rose, wit

dazed, bl

the burn

e man, drove at

then, and

fields with

eath such myri

fury, and such

dly touch, no

uch best

long sto

less swords, such

rince of Pe

nd bless with

ces 'gainst the

ack no more wi

rush some old

d the th

to Free

they love from guil

eaven unm

for her bir

gore the dar

ve back, past

erous match of c

alry ha

se of th

Right triumphan

mes: and n

pause to bl

choir the palm-wre

as hail the Pr

ls, and from th

the wan O

with slau

-struggle shriekin

palms in tr

rough the c

d the exul

usalem

nowing all,

od in vain

dness oft

to the la

t men from

to death

umbers engaged, as well as in the terrible obstinacy of the struggle, no such battle had been seen in Engla

e of the battle of

me that Wharfe, which from a brook received the bloodshed of Towton, does not discharge i

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