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Portrait of Robert Southey Robert Southey Joan of Arc (Southey) — Book the Second (1796)

With power exclusive o'er the willing world,
That blest prophetic Mandate then fulfill'd,
Peace be on earth!) An happy while but brief
She seem'd to wander with assiduous feet,
And heal'd the recent harm of chill or blight,⁠335
And nurs'd each plant that fair and virtuous grew.
But soon a deep precursive sound moan'd hollow:
Black rose the clouds, and now, (as in a dream)
Their red'ning shapes transform'd to warrior hotss,
Cours'd o'er the Sky, and battled in mid air.⁠340
The Sea meantime his Billows darkest roll'd,
And each stain'd wave dash'd on the shore a corse.
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Portrait of Robert Southey Robert Southey Joan of Arc (Southey) — Book the Second (1796)

Untenanting Creation of its God.
But Properties are God: the naked mass
Acts only by its inactivity.
Here we pause humbly. Others boldlier think⁠40
That as one body is the aggregate
Of atoms numberless, each organiz'd;
So by a strange and dim similitude,
Infinite myriads of self-conscious minds
Form one all-conscious Spirit, who directs⁠45
With absolute ubiquity of thought
All his component monads, that yet seem
With various province and apt agency
Each to pursue its own self-centering end.
Some nurse the infant diamond in the mine;⁠50
Some roll the genial juices thro' the oak
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