The eve of Waterloo

The eve of Waterloo
The poem we know as "The eve of Waterloo" is part of a much larger poem entitled "Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage." This poem reflects the feelings after yet another war. A poem that is related to the events that took place on June 18, 1815 – the defeat of Napoleon Bonaparte. Lord Byron did not really write this poem in the light of the events that took place on this date but based this part of his poem on an earlier battle.

The poem we know as “The eve of Waterloo” is part of a much larger poem entitled “Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage.” This poem reflects the feelings after yet another war. A poem that is related to the events that took place on June 18, 1815 – the defeat of Napoleon Bonaparte. Lord Byron did not really write this poem in the light of the events that took place on this date but based this part of his poem on an earlier battle.

The Battle of Quatre-Bras
Black Watch at the Battle of Quatre-Bras, 1815. A painting by William Barnes Wollen.

Source: Wikimedia Commons

On June 16, 1815, the Battle of Quatre Bras was fought. This was two days before the decisive battle at the Belgian municipality of Waterloo. At the time when these battles were fought, Belgium did not gain its independence. For centuries, this country belonged to other countries and rulers, including Spain and The Netherlands. Belgium gained its independence in 1831 when the Belgian Revolution led to the separation of the southern provinces from The Netherlands.

In his poem, Lord Byron remembers the Duchess of Richmond, Lady Charlotte Lennox. She organized a ball and invited both English and Prussian officers. Amongst the invitees was no other than the Duke of Wellington, Arthur Wellesley. He would play an important role during the Battle of Waterloo. During this ball, the news got out that the French army was planning a surprise attack on Quatre Bras. Wellington made sure that no one knew about the advancing army and managed to get all the officers to their regiments. The battle was won by the English and Prussian armies.

Why is this important? Well, first of all, because Lord Byon based his poem on these events and the fact that people were celebrating and were disturbed by war. On both sides – the Allies and the French – thousands would die. Those who survived asked themselves the question why this all happened. This poem is actually a protest against war in general. A typical protest poem of the nineteenth century.

The most important lesson to learn from this poem: lives may be segregated, but in the end – when people (soldiers) die, there is no difference anymore.

The eve of Waterloo

The eve of Waterloo

HERE was a sound of revelry by night,
And Belgium’s capital had gathered then
Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright
The lamps shone o’er fair women and brave men.
A thousand hearts beat happily; and when
Music arose with its voluptuous swell,
Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again,
And all went merry as a marriage bell;
But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!
Did ye not hear it? — No; ’twas but the wind,
Or the car rattling o’er the stony street;
On with the dance! let joy be unconfined;
No sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure meet
To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
But hark! — that heavy sound breaks in once more,
As if the clouds its echo would repeat;
And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before;
Arm! arm! it is — it is — the cannon’s opening roar!
Within a windowed niche of that high hall
Sate Brunswick’s fated chieftain; he did hear
That sound the first amidst the festival,
And caught its tone with death’s prophetic ear;
And when they smiled because he deemed it near,
His heart more truly knew that peal too well
Which stretched his father on a bloody bier,
And roused the vengeance blood alone could quell;
He rushed into the field, and, foremost fighting, fell.
Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro,
And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress,
And cheeks all pale, which, but an hour ago,
Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness.
And there were sudden partings, such as press
The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs
Which ne’er might be repeated; who would guess
If ever more should meet those mutual eyes,
Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise!
And there was mounting in hot haste; the steed,
The mustering squadron, and the clattering car,
Went pouring forward with impetuous speed,
And swiftly forming in the ranks of war;
And the deep thunder, peal on peal afar;
And near, the beat of the alarming drum
Roused up the soldier ere the morning star;
While thronged the citizens with terror dumb,
Or whispering, with white lips — “The foe! they come! they come!”

Lord Byron

Title
The eve of Waterloo
Article Name
The eve of Waterloo
Summary
A nineteenth century protest against war.
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The Ministry of Poetic Affairs

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