Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE RACE OF BANQUO, by ROBERT SOUTHEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Fly, son of banquo! Fleance, fly Last Line: Pour we now the dirge of death! Subject(s): Ancestry & Ancestors; Death; Legacies; Prophecy & Prophets; Singing & Singers; Dead, The | ||||||||
FLY, son of Banquo! Fleance, fly! Leave thy guilty sire to die. O'er the heath the stripling fled, The wild storm howling round his head. Fear mightier through the shades of night Urged his feet, and winged his flight; And still he heard his father cry, Fly, son of Banquo! Fleance, fly! Fly, son of Banquo! Fleance, fly! Leave thy guilty sire to die. On every blast was heard the moan, The anguished shriek, the death-fraught groan; Loathly night-hags join the yell, And seethe midnight rites of hell. Forms of magic! spare my life! Shield me from the murderer's knife! Before me dim in lurid light Float the phantoms of the night Behind I hear my father cry, Fly, son of BanquoFleance, fly! Parent of the sceptred race, Boldly tread the circled space: Boldly, Fleance, venture near Sire of monarchsspurn at fear. Sisters, with prophetic breath, Pour we now the dirge of death! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND BISHOP BRUNO by ROBERT SOUTHEY |
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