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JOAN OF ARC.

Fierce merriment, and vengeance ask of Heaven.⁠430
Warm'd with new Influence the unwholsome Plain
Sent up its foulest fogs to meet the Morn:
The Sun, that rose on Freedom, rose in blood!

⁠"Maiden beloved, and Delegate of Heaven!
(To her the tutelary Spirit said)⁠435

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    Ωσκοτου πυλας, Θανατε, προλειπω
    Ες υενος ετπ?υδοις υποζευχθεν Ατα.
    Ου ξενισθηοη γενυων σπαραγμοις
    Ουδ ολολυγμω,

    Αλλα και κυκλοισι χοροιτυποισι
    Κασματων χαπα φοβερος μεν εσσι,
    Αλλ ομως Ελευθερια συνοικεις,
    Στυγνε Τυραννε!

    Δασκιοις επνι πτερυγεσσι σησι
    Α! θαλασσιον καθορωντες οιδμα
    Αιθεροπλαγτοις υπο ποσσ ανειοι
    Πατριδιπ αιαν

    Ενθα μαν Εραςαι Ερωμενησιν
    Αμφι πηγτσσ κετρινων υπ αλαων,
    Οσσ υπο βροτοις εκαθον βροτοι, τα
    Δεινα λεγοντι.

    LITERAL TRANSLATION.
    Leaving the gates of Darkness, O Death! hasten thou to a Race yoked to Misery! Thou wilt not be received with lacerations of Cheeks, nor with funereal Ululation—but with circling Dances and the joy of Songs. Thou art terrible indeed, yet thou dwellest with Liberty, stern Genius! Borne on thy dark pinions over the swelling of Ocean they return to their native Country. There by the side of fountains beneath Citron Groves the Lovers tell to their Beloved, what horrors being Men they had endured from Men! S. T. C.
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