Thomas Babbington Macaulay Poems (19 Poems)
The Battle Of The Lake Regillus (Thomas Babbington Macaulay Poems)
A Lay Sung at the Feast of Castor and Pollux on the Ides of Quintilis in the year of the City CCCCLI. I.Ho, trumpets, sound a war-note!Ho, lictors, clear the way!The Knights will ride, in all their pride,Along the streets … Continue reading
Horatius (Thomas Babbington Macaulay Poems)
A Lay Made About the Year Of The City CCCLX I Lars Porsena of ClosiumBy the Nine Gods he sworeThat the great house of TarquinShould suffer wrong no more.By the Nine Gods he swore it,And named a trysting day,And bade … Continue reading
Pompeii (Thomas Babbington Macaulay Poems)
A Poem Which Obtained the Chancellor’s Medal at the Cambridge Commencement, July 1819. Oh! land to Memory and to Freedom dear,Land of the melting lyre and conquering spear,Land of the vine-clad hill, the fragrant grove,Of arts and arms, of Genius … Continue reading
Lines Written in August (Thomas Babbington Macaulay Poems)
The day of tumult, strife, defeat, was o’er;Worn out with toil, and noise, and scorn, and spleen,I slumbered, and in slumber saw once moreA room in an old mansion, long unseen. That room, methought, was curtained from the light;Yet through … Continue reading
The Armada (Thomas Babbington Macaulay Poems)
Attend, all ye who list to hear our noble England’s praise;I tell of the thrice famous deeds she wrought in ancient days,When that great fleet invincible against her bore in vainThe richest spoils of Mexico, the stoutest hearts of Spain.It … Continue reading
Ivry (Thomas Babbington Macaulay Poems)
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 … Continue reading
The Battle Of Ivry (Thomas Babbington Macaulay Poems)
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 … Continue reading
An Election Ballad (Thomas Babbington Macaulay Poems)
As I sate down to breakfast in state,At my living of Tithing-cum-Boring,With Betty beside me to wait,Came a rap that almost beat the door in.I laid down my basin of tea,And Betty ceased spreading the toast,‘As sure as a gun, … Continue reading
The Country Clergyman’s Trip To Cambridge — An Election Ballad (Thomas Babbington Macaulay Poems)
As I sate down to breakfast in state,At my living of Tithing-cum-Boring,With Betty beside me to wait,Came a rap that almost beat the door in.I laid down my basin of tea,And Betty ceased spreading the toast,‘As sure as a gun, … Continue reading
Sermon in a Churchyard (Thomas Babbington Macaulay Poems)
Let pious Damon take his seat,With mincing step and languid smile,And scatter from his ‘kerchief sweet,Sabaean odours o’er the aisle;And spread his little jewelled hand,And smile round all the parish beauties,And pat his curls, and smooth his band,Meet prelude to … Continue reading
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