[316] Shriek'd Fear the ghastliest of Ambition's throng 4{o}. [317] Feverous] Fev'rish 4{o}, Sibylline Leaves, 1817, 1828, 1829. Between lines 320 and 321 of the text, the text of _Joan of Arc_, Book II, continues:-- 'Lo she goes! To Orleans lo! she goes--the mission'd Maid! The Victor Hosts wither beneath her arm! And what are Crecy, Poictiers, Azincour 280 But noisy echoes in the ear of Pride?' Ambition heard and startled on his throne; But strait a smile of savage joy illum'd His grisly features, like the sheety Burst Of Lightning o'er the awaken'd midnight clouds 285 Wide flash'd. [For lo! a flaming pile reflects Its red light fierce and gloomy on the face Of SUPERSTITION and her goblin Son Loud-laughing CRUELTY, who to the stake A female fix'd, of bold and beauteous mien, 290 Her snow-white Limbs by iron fetters bruis'd Her breast expos'd.] JOAN saw, she saw and knew Her perfect image. Nature thro' her frame One pang shot shiv'ring; but, that frail pang soon Dismiss'd, 'Even so, &c. 4{o}. [The passage included in brackets was claimed by Southey.] [330] calmest] calmy 4{o}. [339-40] But lo! no more was seen the ice-pil'd mount And meteor-lighted dome.--An Isle appear'd 4{o}. [342] white] rough 4{o}. [361] and] or 4{o}. [366-7] The Sea meantime his Billows darkest roll'd, And each stain'd wave dash'd on the shore a corse. 4{o}. [369-72] His hideous features blended with the mist, The long black locks of SLAUGHTER. PEACE beheld And o'er the plain 4{o}. [369] Like hideous features blended with the clouds Sibylline Leaves, 1817. (_Errata_: for '_blended_', &c., read '_looming on the mist_'. S. L., p. [xii].) [378-9] The name of JUSTICE written on thy brow Resplendent shone 4{o}, S. L. 1817. (The reading of the text is given as an emendation in the _Errata_, Sibylline Leaves, 1817, p. [xii].) [386] That plays around the sick man's throbbing temples 4{o}. [394] Chieftains'] Chieftain's 4{o}. [395] said] replied 4{o}, S. L., 1828. Between lines 421 and 423 of the text, the text of _Joan of Arc_, Book II, inserts:-- A Vapor rose, pierc'd by the MAIDEN'S eye. Guiding its course OPPRESSION sate within,[145:A] With terror pale and rage, yet laugh'd at times Musing on Vengeance: trembled in his hand A Sceptre fiercely-grasp'd. O'er Ocean westward The Vapor sail'd 4{o}. [145:A] These images imageless, these _Small-Capitals_ constituting themselves Personifications, I despised even at that time; but was forced to introduce them, to preserve the connection with the machinery of the Poem, previously adopted by Southey. _S. T. C._ After 429 of the text, the text of _Joan of Arc_ inserts:--