The Battle Of Moncontour Poem by Thomas Babbington Macaulay
The Battle Of Moncontour
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.
Oh, weep for Moncontour! Oh! weep for the slain,
Who for faith and for freedom lay slaughtered in vain;
Oh, weep for the living, who linger to bear
The renegade's shame, or the exile's despair.
One look, one last look, to our cots and our towers,
To the rows of our vines, and the beds of our flowers,
To the church where the bones of our fathers decayed,
Where we fondly had deemed that our own would be laid.
Alas! we must leave thee, dear desolate home,
To the spearmen of Uri, the shavelings of Rome,
To the serpent of Florence, the vulture of Spain,
To the pride of Anjou, and the guile of Lorraine.
Farewell to thy fountains, farewell to thy shades,
To the song of thy youths, and the dance of thy maids,
To the breath of thy gardens, the hum of thy bees,
And the long waving line of the blue Pyrenees.
Farewell, and for ever. The priest and the slave
May rule in the halls of the free and the brave.
Our hearths we abandon; our lands we resign;
But, Father, we kneel to no altar but thine.
Beautiful. Though you may make us kneel for you who have no knees we bow down to one Father. Our father is God the creator of you and i and one day you will answer to Him my father why you killed Him killing me
A touching war poem that had seen destruction of the honest at the hands of brutal force of the demonic forces.Well deserving classic poem of the day.
'Oh, weep for the living, who linger to bear The renegade's shame, or the exile's despair' - Loved these lines. A well deserved honour conferred upon this poem as 'The Classic Poem of the Day'!
History very well narrated poetically of priest and slaves 10+++++
The Battle of Moncontour occurred on 3 October 1569 between the Catholic forces of King Charles IX of France, commanded by Henry, Duke of Anjou, and the Huguenots commanded by Gaspard de Coligny. The poem so pathetically crafted this poem on that battle, destruction, hazardous of the human conditions.
To the church where the bones of our fathers decayed, Where we fondly had deemed that our own would be laid. A poem on war and its consequences has so touchingly been written
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Farewell, and for ever. The priest and the slave May rule in the halls of the free and the brave. Our hearths we abandon; our lands we resign; But, Father, we kneel to no altar but thine......touching expression with lofty theme. Beautiful poem.