Thomas Babington Macaulay Poems |
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Was a nineteenth-century English poet, historian and Whig politician and Member of Parliament for Edinburgh.
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Thomas Babington Macaulay's poems
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Here Martyn lies. In Manhood's early bloom
The Christian Hero finds a Pagan tomb.
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On that great, that awful day,
This vain world shall pass away.
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To my true king I offered free from stain
Courage and faith; vain faith, and courage vain.
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Oh! wherefore come ye forth, in triumph from the North,
With your hands, and your feet, and your raiment all red?
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The day of tumult, strife, defeat, was o'er;
Worn out with toil, and noise, and scorn, and spleen,
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A Lay Made About the Year Of The City CCCLX
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The winds were yelling, the waves were swelling,
The sky was black and drear,
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To horse! to horse! brave Cavaliers!
To horse for Church and Crown!
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Oh, weep for Moncontour! Oh! weep for the hour,
When the children of darkness and evil had power,
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