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|
Comments about Thomas Babbington Macaulay
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...
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