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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SIEGE OF VIRE, by OLIVIER BASSELIN First Line: Encamped around our city wall Last Line: But drain the barrels bare, I pray. Alternate Author Name(s): Bachelin, Olivier | |||
ENCAMPED around our city wall Stands the fierce foe in dense array! Save, save, our precious casks, I pray! Ye soldiers, haste and seize on all We have, and plunder as ye may, But spare our precious casks, I pray. After the war is done we yet By drink may drive our grief away: Save, save, our precious casks, I pray. The foe, if the first chance he get, No moderation will display: Our casks then let us drain, I pray. Though to the foe our town we yield, Let dregs alone his thirst allay: Our barrels let us drain, I pray. Though able nothing else to shield, Spare not the cider night or day, But drain the barrels bare, I pray. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WALL STREET PIT, MAY, 1901 by EDWIN MARKHAM MIDNIGHT-BY THE OPEN WINDOW by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A LITTLE GIRL LOST, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE PSALM 19. [THE HEAVENS ABOVE AND THE LAW WITHIN] by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ZOPHIEL; OR THE BRIDE OF SEVEN: CANTO 6. BRIDAL OF HELEN by MARIA GOWEN BROOKS LINES ON REVISITING THE COUNTRY by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |
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