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by Walter Scott, Sir (1771 - 1832)
Translation © by Guy Laffaille
The Monks of Bangor's March
Language: English
Our translations: FRE
When the heathen trumpet's clang Round beleaguered Chester rang, Veiled nun and friar gray Marched from Bangor's fair Abbaye; High their holy anthem sounds, Cestria's vale the hymn rebounds, Floating down the sylvan Dee. O miserere, Domine! On the long procession goes, Glory round their crosses glows, And the Virgin-mother mild In their peaceful banner smiled; Who could think such saintly band Doomed to feel unhallowed hand! Such was the Divine decree, O miserere, Domine! Bands that masses only sung, Hands that censers only swung, Met the northern bow and bill, Heard the war-cry wild and shrill; Woe to Brockmael's feeble hand, Woe to Olfrid's bloody brand, Woe to Saxon cruelty, O miserere, Domine! Weltering amid warriors slain, Spurned by steeds with bloody mane, Slaughtered down by heathen blade, Bangor's peaceful monks are laid; Word of parting rest unspoke, Mass unsung and bread unbroke; For their souls for charity, Sing, O miserere, Domine! Bangor! o'er the murder wail! Long thy ruins told the tale, Shattered towers and broken arch Long recalled the woful march: On thy shrine no tapers burn, Never shall thy priests return; The pilgrim sighs and sings for thee, O miserere, Domine!
Confirmed with Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes, ed. by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Boston: James R. Osgood & Co., 1876â79; Bartleby.com, 2011. www.bartleby.com/270/1/597.html.
Research team for this page: Guy Laffaille [Guest Editor] , Ferdinando Albeggiani
Text Authorship:
- by Walter Scott, Sir (1771 - 1832), "The Monks of Bangor's March" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Ludwig van Beethoven (1770 - 1827), "The Monks of Bangor's March", WoO. 155 (26 Walisische Lieder) no. 2 (1809-10) [sung text checked 1 time]
Settings in other languages, adaptations, or excerpts:
- Also set in German (Deutsch), a translation by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist ; composed by Carl Attenhofer.
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Other available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "La marche des moines de Bangor", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- GER German (Deutsch) (Georg Pertz) , "Der Mönche Ausmarch von Bangor"
Research team for this page: Guy Laffaille [Guest Editor] , Ferdinando Albeggiani
This text was added to the website: 2006-01-11
Line count: 40
Word count: 195
La marche des moines de Bangor
Language: French (Français) after the English
Quand la sonnerie des trompettes des païens Retentit autour de Chester assiégée, Des nonnes voilées et des moines en gris Sortirent de la belle abbaye de Bangor. Leur hymne saint sonne haut, À travers la vallée de Cestria résonne l'hymne, Flottant le long de la forêt de la Dee, O miserere Domine ! Pendant que la longue procession avance, La gloire brille autour de leurs croix. Et la vierge-mère doucement Sourit sur leur bannière pacifique ; Qui pourrait penser qu'une telle troupe sainte Était vouée à sentir une main profanatrice ? Telle était la volonté divine, O miserere Domine ! Une troupe qui chantait seulement des messes, Des mains qui agitent seulement des encensoirs, Rencontrèrent le cri de guerre sauvage et strident ; Malheur à la faible main de Brockmael, Malheur à la marque sanglante d'Olfrid, Malheur à la cruauté saxonne, O miserere Domine ! Baignant parmi les cadavres des guerriers, Repoussés par des chevaux à la crinière sanglante, Massacrés par la lame païenne, Les moines pacifiques de Bangor sont par terre : Les mots d'adieu restent non dits, La messe n'est pas chantée, et le pain n'est pas brisé ; Pour leurs âmes, par pitié, Chantez, miserere Domine ! Bangor ! après la plainte du meurtre, Longtemps tes ruines ont raconté l'histoire, Tours fracassées et arches brisées Longtemps ont rappelé la marche affligeante : Sur ton autel aucun cierge ne brûle, Jamais tes prêtres ne reviendront ; Le pèlerin soupire et chante pour toi. O miserere Domine !
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Based on:
- a text in English by Walter Scott, Sir (1771 - 1832), "The Monks of Bangor's March"
This text was added to the website: 2014-01-20
Line count: 39
Word count: 236