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Famous Barons Poems by Famous Poets

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by Bradstreet, Anne
...ws thy conquered Land?
35 Or is 't intestine Wars that thus offend?
36 Do Maud and Stephen for the Crown contend?
37 Do Barons rise and side against their King,
38 And call in Foreign aid to help the thing?
39 Must Edward be depos'd? Or is 't the hour
40 That second Richard must be clapp'd i' th' Tower?
41 Or is it the fatal jar, again begun,
42 That from the red, white pricking Roses sprung?
43 Must Richmond's aid the Nobles now implore
44 To come and break the tushes of the...Read more of this...



by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...d so returned. 

For while he lingered there, 
A doubt that ever smouldered in the hearts 
Of those great Lords and Barons of his realm 
Flashed forth and into war: for most of these, 
Colleaguing with a score of petty kings, 
Made head against him, crying, `Who is he 
That he should rule us? who hath proven him 
King Uther's son? for lo! we look at him, 
And find nor face nor bearing, limbs nor voice, 
Are like to those of Uther whom we knew. 
This is the son of Gorl...Read more of this...

by Chatterton, Thomas
...e bedde. 
Cale, as the claie whiche will gre on thie hedde, 
Is Charitie and Love aminge highe elves; 
Knightis and Barons live for pleasure and themselves. 

The gatherd storme is rype; the bigge drops falle; 
The forswat meadowes smethe, and drenche the raine; 
The comyng ghastness do the cattle pall, 
And the full flockes are drivynge ore the plaine; 
Dashde from the cloudes the waters flott againe; 
The welkin opes; the yellow levynne flies; 
And the hot fierie sm...Read more of this...

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...Athelstan King,
Lord among Earls,
Bracelet-bestower and
Baron of Barons,
He with his brother,
Edmund Atheling,
Gaining a lifelong
Glory in battle,
Slew with the sword-edge
There by Brunanburh,
Brake the shield-wall,
Hew'd the lindenwood,
Hack'd the battleshield,
Sons of Edward with hammer'd brands. 

Theirs was a greatness
Got from their Grandsires--
Theirs that so often in
Strife with their enemies
Struck for their h...Read more of this...

by Hugo, Victor
...ther of orphans he, and all distressed! 
 Kings of the Rhine in strongholds were by him 
 Boldly attacked, and tyrant barons grim. 
 He freed the towns—confronting in his lair 
 Hugo the Eagle; boldly did he dare 
 To break the collar of Saverne, the ring 
 Of Colmar, and the iron torture thing 
 Of Schlestadt, and the chain that Haguenau bore. 
 Such Eviradnus was a wrong before, 
 Good but most terrible. In the dread scale 
 Which princes weighted with their horri...Read more of this...



by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...th 
Lies like a log, and all but smouldered out! 
For ever since when traitor to the King 
He fought against him in the Barons' war, 
And Arthur gave him back his territory, 
His age hath slowly droopt, and now lies there 
A yet-warm corpse, and yet unburiable, 
No more; nor sees, nor hears, nor speaks, nor knows. 
And both thy brethren are in Arthur's hall, 
Albeit neither loved with that full love 
I feel for thee, nor worthy such a love: 
Stay therefore thou; red berri...Read more of this...

by Edgar, Marriott
...en on strength of his having slain Richard the Third 
He put himself up as his heir.

T'were a bit of a blow to the Barons
When Henry aspired to the Throne,
And some who'd been nursing imperial hopes 
Started pushing out claims of their own.

But they didn't get far with their scheming,
For the moment the matter were pressed
A stroke of the pen took them off to the Tower,
Where a stroke of the axe did the rest.

A feller they called Perkin Warbeck
Was the one who ...Read more of this...

by Milton, John
...ring winds soon lulled asleep.
Towered cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men,
Where throngs of knights and barons bold,
In weeds of peace, high triumphs hold
With store of ladies, whose bright eyes
Rain influence, and judge the prize
Of wit or arms, while both contend
To win her grace whom all commend.
There let Hymen oft appear
In saffron robe, with taper clear,
And pomp, and feast, and revelry,
With mask and antique pageantry;
Such sights as youthful poets ...Read more of this...

by Edgar, Marriott
...I'll tell of the Magna Charter
As were signed at the Barons' command 
On Runningmead Island in t' middle of t' Thames 
By King John, as were known as "Lack Land." 

Some say it were wrong of the Barons 
Their will on the King so to thrust, 
But you'll see if you look at both sides of the case 
That they had to do something, or bust. 

For John, from the moment they crowned him, 
Started acting so cunni...Read more of this...

by Trumbull, John
...a lawn-bedizen'd Prelate;
While mitres fall, as 'tis their duty,
On heads of Chandler and Auchmuty!
Knights, Viscounts, Barons, shall ye meet,
As thick as pebbles in the street;
E'en I perhaps (heaven speed my claim!)
Shall fix a Sir before my name.
For titles all our foreheads ache,
For what blest changes can they make!
Place Reverence, Grace and Excellence,
Where neither claim'd the least pretence;
Transform by patent's magic words
Men, likest devils, into Lords;
Whence...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...ts—show the feudal world. 

What charm thy music works!—thou makest pass before me, 
Ladies and cavaliers long dead—barons are in their castle halls—the troubadours
 are
 singing; 
Arm’d knights go forth to redress wrongs—some in quest of the Holy Grail:
I see the tournament—I see the contestants, encased in heavy armor, seated on
 stately,
 champing horses; 
I hear the shouts—the sounds of blows and smiting steel: 
I see the Crusaders’ tumultuous armies—Hark! how the cym...Read more of this...

by Scott, Sir Walter
...fair— 
So still they blaze, when fate is nigh 
The lordly line of high Saint Clair. 

There are twenty of Roslin’s barons bold 
Lie buried within that proud chapelle; 
Each one the holy vault doth hold 
But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle! 

And each Saint Clair was buried there 
With candle, with book, and with knell; 
But the sea-caves rung, and the wild winds sung 
The dirge of lovely Rosabelle....Read more of this...

by Kipling, Rudyard
...eir eyebrows scornfully,
 Tell them their way is not my way--
 Tell them England hath taken me!

 Kings and Princes and Barons famed,
 Knights and Captains in your degree;
 Hear me a little before I am blamed--
 Seeing England hath taken me!

 Howso great man's strength be reckoned,
 There are two things he cannot flee.
 Love is the first, and Death is the second-
 And Love in England hath taken me!...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...now void, inanimate,
 phantom World!

Embroider’d, dazzling World! with all its gorgeous legends, myths, 
Its kings and barons proud—its priests, and warlike lords, and courtly dames; 
Pass’d to its charnel vault—laid on the shelf—coffin’d, with Crown and Armor on, 
Blazon’d with Shakspeare’s purple page, 
And dirged by Tennyson’s sweet sad rhyme.

I say I see, my friends, if you do not, the Animus of all that World, 
Escaped, bequeath’d, vital, fugacious as ever, leaving...Read more of this...

by Lanier, Sidney
...bold enough to tell
The King what [bitter] sayings men had made
And hawked augmenting up and down the land
Against the barons and great lords of France
That fled from English arrows at Poictiers.
POICTIERS, POICTIERS: this grain i' the eye of France
Had swelled it to a big and bloodshot ball
That looked with rage upon a world askew.
Poictiers' disgrace was now but two years old,
Yet so outrageous rank and full was grown
That France was wholly overspread with shade,
A...Read more of this...

by Scott, Sir Walter
...to show!
     Malise! what tidings of the foe?'
     VIII.

     'At Doune, o'er many a spear and glaive
     Two Barons proud their banners wave.
     I saw the Moray's silver star,
     And marked the sable pale of Mar.'
     'By Alpine's soul, high tidings those!
     I love to hear of worthy foes.
     When move they on?' 'To-morrow's noon
     Will see them here for battle boune.'
     'Then shall it see a meeting stern!
     But, for the place,—say, coulds...Read more of this...

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...gan to wag their baldness up and down, 
The fresh young captains flashed their glittering teeth, 
The huge bush-bearded Barons heaved and blew, 
And slain with laughter rolled the gilded Squire. 

At length my Sire, his rough cheek wet with tears, 
Panted from weary sides 'King, you are free! 
We did but keep you surety for our son, 
If this be he,--or a dragged mawkin, thou, 
That tends to her bristled grunters in the sludge:' 
For I was drenched with ooze, and torn with...Read more of this...

by Merrill, James
...ture, at King Lear.

Still others fought in the road's filth over Jezebel,
Slavered on hearths of horned and pelted barons.
His forebears lacked, to say the least, forebearance.
Can nature change in him?Nothing's impossible.

The last chord fades.The night is cold and fine.
His master's voice rasps through the grooves' bare groves.
Obediently, in silence like the grave's
He sleeps there on the still-warm gramophone

Only to dream he is at the premi...Read more of this...

by Warton, Thomas
...e;
To view the festive rites, the knightly play,
That deck'd heroic Albion's elder day;
To mark the mouldering halls of barons bold,
And the rough castle, cast in giant mould;
With Gothic manners Gothic arts explore,
And muse on the magnificence of yore.

But chief, enraptur'd have I lov'd to roam,
A lingering votary, the vaulted dome,
Where the tall shafts, that mount in massy pride,
Their mingling branches shoot from side to side;
Where elfin sculptors, with fantastic c...Read more of this...

by Piercy, Marge
...rate Pullman embedded 
lonely raisin in a cake of concrete. 
The Potter Palmers float 
in an island parthenon. 
Barons of hogfat, railroads and wheat 
are postmarked with angels and lambs. 

But the Getty tomb: white, snow patterned 
in a triangle of trees swims dappled with leaf shadow, 
sketched light arch within arch 
delicate as fingernail moons. 

The green doors should not be locked. 
Doors of fern and flower should not be shut. 
Louis Sullivan, ...Read more of this...

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