A NOBLE pride on every feature, His forehead stamp'd with thought mature, He could subdue each mortal creature, Bertrand de Born, the troubadour. How wondrously his sweet notes caught her, Plantagenet the Lion's queen! Both sons as well as lovely daughter He sang into his net, I ween. The father too he fool'd discreetly! Hush'd was the monarch's wrath and scorn On hearing him discourse so sweetly, The troubadour, Bertrand de Born. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SMALLISH SON by HAYDEN CARRUTH IN WALKED BUD WITH A PALETTE by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: CONSIDER FREELAND by EDGAR LEE MASTERS YOU SAY YOU SAID by MARIANNE MOORE OF ANY OLD MAN by ISAAC ROSENBERG DEDICATION TO THE LATER SONNETS TO URANIA by GEORGE SANTAYANA |