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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...AT HOME IN HEAVEN by JAMES MONTGOMERY SONNET: 8 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE RODGERSON'S DOUG by WILLIAM AITKEN POLAND by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN MY ONLY TITLE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE POET AND THE BIRD; A FABLE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |
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