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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 SINGER IN THE PRISON by WALT WHITMAN LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 2. FINLAY by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM ECLOGUE ON ELIZABETH BELSHAM by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SLEEPER'S COUNTENANCE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES FOR THE PICTURE, 'THE LAST OF ENGLAND' by FORD MADOX BROWN A SOUL'S LOSS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |
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