Thomas Babbington Macaulay

(25 October 1800 – 28 December 1859 / Leicestershire)

Thomas Babbington Macaulay Poems

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

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!
And thou, Rochelle, our own Rochelle, proud city of the waters,
Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters.
As thou went constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy;
For cold and stiff and still are they who wrough

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