Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BRUCE: IN PRAISE OF FREEDOM, by JOHN BARBOUR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Alas! That folk who once were free Last Line: The sore condition of a thrall! Subject(s): Freedom; Liberty | ||||||||
ALAS! that folk who once were free, And wont in freedom aye to be, Thro' their mischance and folly great Were fallen on such woeful state, Had made him judge who erst was foe -- What greater sorrow might man know? Ah, Freedom is a noble thing! Freedom a man to joy doth bring, Freedom to man sweet solace gives, He lives at ease who freely lives! A noble heart may find no ease, In life is naught that shall him please, If Freedom fails, for to be free Above all things desired shall be. Only the man who lived before In Freedom, knows the anguish sore, The wrath, the wretchedness and pain That's coupled with foul thralldom's chain. But let him once have tested it And then I trow he well shall wit, And Freedom prize, and dearer hold Than all of this world's wealth in gold; Thus evermore things opposite The worth of each doth bring to light. And naught the thrall his own may call For that he has abandoned all Unto his lord, whoe'er he be -- Yet is he still in no wise free To live as pleaseth him, or do That which his heart inclines him to. Hereof do clerks a question take And often disputation make, That, if a man shall bid his thrall Do aught, and that his wife, withal, Doth come, her right of him to pray, Shall he his lord's command let stay, First pay his debt, ere that he go His lord's commandment for to do? Or shall he leave his wife unpaid Till that his lord's will be obeyed? I trow that question they may try Who be more skilled in subtlety, But since they think there lieth strife Betwixt the rights of wedded life And a lord's bidding to his thrall, Ye need no words from me withal The ills of thralldom well to see -- For men may know, who wedded be, That marriage is the hardest band That any man may take on hand. But thralldom shall be worse than death -- For while a thrall may draw his breath It mars his life in flesh and bone, Death vexeth him but once alone. In short, it passeth telling all The sore condition of a thrall! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE THE WILD SWAN by ROBINSON JEFFERS AFTER TENNYSON by AMBROSE BIERCE QUARTET IN F MAJOR by WILLIAM MEREDITH CROSS THAT LINE by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE EMANCIPATION by ELIZABETH ALEXANDER BRUCE CONSULTS HIS MEN by JOHN BARBOUR BRUCE: HOW AYMER DE VALENCE, AND JOHN OF LORN CHASED THE BRUCE ... by JOHN BARBOUR BRUCE: HOW KING ROBERT WAS HUNTED BY THE SLEUTH-HOUND by JOHN BARBOUR |
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