Friday, January 3, 2003

The Battle Of Moncontour Comments

Rating: 3.1

Oh, weep for Moncontour! Oh! weep for the hour,
When the children of darkness and evil had power,
When the horsemen of Valois triumphantly trod
On the bosoms that bled for their rights and their God.
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Thomas Babbington Macaulay
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Khairul Ahsan 08 September 2020

'Oh, weep for the living, who linger to bear The renegade's shame, or the exile's despair' - Loved these lines. A well deserved honour conferred upon this poem as 'The Classic Poem of the Day'!

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Deepak Kumar Pattanayak 06 September 2020

History very well narrated poetically of priest and slaves 10+++++

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Mahtab Bangalee 05 September 2020

The Battle of Moncontour occurred on 3 October 1569 between the Catholic forces of King Charles IX of France, commanded by Henry, Duke of Anjou, and the Huguenots commanded by Gaspard de Coligny. The poem so pathetically crafted this poem on that battle, destruction, hazardous of the human conditions.

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Douglas Scotney 05 September 2020

church altars - measly metaphors

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To the church where the bones of our fathers decayed, Where we fondly had deemed that our own would be laid. A poem on war and its consequences has so touchingly been written

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Deluke Muwanigwa 05 September 2020

Beautiful. Though you may make us kneel for you who have no knees we bow down to one Father. Our father is God the creator of you and i and one day you will answer to Him my father why you killed Him killing me

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Olivia Jhon 05 September 2019

good and nice information thanks

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Tariq Al 05 September 2019

Such wonderful meter and rhythm!

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Edward Kofi Louis 05 September 2019

The priest and the slave! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 05 September 2019

A touching war poem that had seen destruction of the honest at the hands of brutal force of the demonic forces.Well deserving classic poem of the day.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 05 September 2019

Farewell, and for ever. The priest and the slave May rule in the halls of the free and the brave. Our hearths we abandon; our lands we resign; But, Father, we kneel to no altar but thine......touching expression with lofty theme. Beautiful poem.

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Aniruddha Pathak 05 September 2019

A lovely poem on war and its aftermath. When it is all over there is only one place to go and that is His door.

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Uche Nwanze 05 September 2019

'Farewell, and for ever, the priest and the slave may rule in the halls of the free and the brave. Out hearts we abandon; our lands we resign' A wonderful work deserving of POD.

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