Thomas Babbington Macaulay Long Poems

  • 1.
    Oh, weep for Moncontour! Oh! weep for the hour,
    When the children of darkness and evil had power,
    When the horsemen of Valois triumphantly trod
    On the bosoms that bled for their rights and their God.
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  • 2.
    A Poem Which Obtained the Chancellor's Medal at the Cambridge Commencement, July 1819.


    Oh! land to Memory and to Freedom dear,
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  • 3.
    Now glory to the Lord of hosts, from whom all glories are!
    And glory to our sovereign liege, King Henry of Navarre!
    Now let there be the merry sound of music and of dance,
    Through thy corn-fields green, and sunny vines, O pleasant land of France!
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  • 4.
    IT is the dead of night:
    Yet more than noonday light
    Beams far and wide from many a gorgeous hall.
    Unnumbered harps are tinkling,
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  • 5.
    Oh! wherefore come ye forth, in triumph from the North,
    With your hands, and your feet, and your raiment all red?
    And wherefore doth your rout send forth a joyous shout?
    And whence be the grapes of the wine-press which ye tread?
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  • 6.
    Let pious Damon take his seat,
    With mincing step and languid smile,
    And scatter from his 'kerchief sweet,
    Sabaean odours o'er the aisle;
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  • 7.
    The day of tumult, strife, defeat, was o'er;
    Worn out with toil, and noise, and scorn, and spleen,
    I slumbered, and in slumber saw once more
    A room in an old mansion, long unseen.
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  • 8.
    NOW glory to the Lord of hosts, from whom all glories are!
    And glory to our sovereign liege, King Henry of Navarre!
    Now let there be the merry sound of music and of dance,
    Through thy corn-fields green, and sunny vines, O pleasant land of France!
    ...
Total 8 Long Poems by Thomas Babbington Macaulay

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