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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 SPARROW by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR AN HORATIAN ODE UPON CROMWELL'S RETURN FROM IRELAND by ANDREW MARVELL AN ORIGINAL THOUGHT by MARIA ABDY THERE IS NO LOVING AFTER DEATH by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS UNDER THE BLUE by FRANCIS FISHER BROWNE THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: AT HOME DURING THE BALL by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |
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