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...SURFACES AND MASKS; 6 by CLARENCE MAJOR PEOPLE'S SURROUNDINGS by MARIANNE MOORE THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH: A DREAM OF PONCE DE LEON by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH STANZAS FOR MUSIC (2) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON PROPERZIA ROSSI by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS |