Thomas Babbington Macaulay
Thomas Babbington Macaulay Poems
- Horatius A Lay Made About the Year Of The City CCCLX I
- Dies Irae On that great, that awful day, This vain world ...
- The Cavalier's March To London To horse! to horse! brave ...
- The Battle Of Moncontour Oh, weep for Moncontour! Oh! weep ...
- An Election Ballad As I sate down to breakfast in state, At...
- The Last Buccaneer The winds were yelling, the waves were ...
- A Radical War Song Awake, arise, the hour is come, For rows...
Thomas Babington Macaulay, 1st Baron Macaulay PC was a British poet, historian and Whig politician. He wrote extensively as an essayist and reviewer, and on British history. He also held political office as Secretary at War between 1839 and 1841 and Paymaster-General between 1846 and 1848.
The son and eldest child of Zachary Macaulay, a Scottish Highlander who became a colonial governor and abolitionist, Thomas Macaulay was born in Leicestershire, England. He was noted as a child prodigy. As a toddler, gazing out the window from his cot at the chimneys of a local factory, he is reputed to have put the question to his mother: "Does the smoke from those ... more »
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A Lay Made About the Year Of The City CCCLX
Lars Porsena of Closium
By the Nine Gods he swore
That the great house of Tarquin
Should suffer wrong no more.
By the Nine Gods he swore it,
And named a trysting day,
And bade his messengers ride forth,
East and west and south and north,
To summon his array.
East and west and south and north
The messengers ride fast,
And tower and town and cottage
Have heard the trumpet's blast.
Shame on the false Etruscan
Who lingers in his home,
When Porsena of Clusium
Is on the march for...