Thomas Babbington Macaulay
Thomas Babbington Macaulay Poems
|1.||The Battle Of Ivry||4/21/2010|
|3.||The Prophecy Of Capys||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|
|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.||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|
|22.||The Cavalier's March To London||1/3/2003|
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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...
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,