Thomas Babbington Macaulay
Thomas Babbington Macaulay Poems
|1.||The Battle Of Ivry||4/21/2010|
|2.||The Prophecy Of Capys||4/21/2010|
|4.||The Country Clergyman's Trip To Cambridge -- An Election Ballad||4/21/2010|
|6.||The Marriage Of Tirzah And Ahirad||4/21/2010|
|8.||The Battle Of The Lake Regillus||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|
|15.||Lines Written In August||1/3/2003|
|16.||Sermon In A Churchyard||1/3/2003|
|17.||The Last Buccaneer||1/3/2003|
|18.||An Election Ballad||1/3/2003|
|19.||A Radical War Song||1/3/2003|
|20.||The Battle Of Moncontour||1/3/2003|
|23.||The Cavalier's March To London||1/3/2003|
The Cavalier's March To London
To horse! to horse! brave Cavaliers!
To horse for Church and Crown!
Strike, strike your tents! snatch up your spears!
And ho for London town!
The imperial harlot, doom'd a prey
To our avenging fires,
Sends up the voice of her dismay
From all her hundred spires.
The Strand resounds with maidens' shrieks,
The 'Change with merchants' sighs,
And blushes stand on brazen cheeks,
And tears in iron eyes;
And, pale with fasting and with fright,
Each Puritan Committee
Hath summon'd forth to prayer and fight
The Roundheads of the City. ...
Epitaph On A Jacobite
To my true king I offered free from stain
Courage and faith; vain faith, and courage vain.
For him, I threw lands, honours, wealth, away.
And one dear hope, that was more prized than they.
For him I languished in a foreign clime,
Grey-haired with sorrow in my manhood's prime;
Heard on Lavernia Scargill's whispering trees,
And pined by Arno for my lovelier Tees;
Beheld each night my home in fevered sleep,