Thomas Babbington Macaulay

(25 October 1800 – 28 December 1859 / Leicestershire)

Thomas Babbington Macaulay Poems

1. Virginia 4/21/2010
2. The Battle Of Ivry 4/21/2010
3. The Prophecy Of Capys 4/21/2010
4. Pompeii 4/21/2010
5. The Country Clergyman's Trip To Cambridge -- An Election Ballad 4/21/2010
6. The Marriage Of Tirzah And Ahirad 4/21/2010
7. Song 4/21/2010
8. The Battle Of The Lake Regillus 4/21/2010
9. The Armada 4/21/2010
10. Lines To The Memory Of Pitt 1/3/2003
11. Epitaph On A Jacobite 1/3/2003
12. The Battle Of Naseby 1/3/2003
13. Epitaph On Henry Martyn 1/3/2003
14. Ivry 1/1/2004
15. Lines Written In August 1/3/2003
16. Sermon In A Churchyard 1/3/2003
17. A Radical War Song 1/3/2003
18. The Last Buccaneer 1/3/2003
19. An Election Ballad 1/3/2003
20. The Battle Of Moncontour 1/3/2003
21. Dies Irae 1/3/2003
22. The Cavalier's March To London 1/3/2003
23. Horatius 1/3/2003
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Horatius

A Lay Made About the Year Of The City CCCLX

I

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.

II

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...

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The Battle Of Naseby

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?

Oh, evil was the root, and bitter was the fruit,
And crimson was the juice of the vintage that we trod;
For we trampled on the throng of the haughty and the strong,
Who sate in the high places, and slew the saints of God.

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