Read this entire work here at the American Chesterton Society website. St. Michael’s on his Mountain in the sea-roads of the north (Don John of Austria is girt and going forth.)
Don John of Austria Is Riding to the Sea by Victor Davis Hanson August 2007. The Victory of the West: The Great Christian-Muslim Clash at the Battle of Lepanto by …
Lepanto was also commemorated by G. K. Chesterton, who wrote a poem inspired by the battle while he was still an Anglican. (Don John of Austria is going to the war.)
Don John of Austria Is riding to the sea.
Don John laughing in the brave beard curled, Spurning of his stirrups like the thrones of all the world, Holding his head up for a flag of all the free.
Bolt from Iberia! Mahound is in his paradise above the evening star, (Don John of Austria is going to the war.) Love-light of Spain--hurrah! Don John of Austria Is gone by Alcalar. Don John of Austria Is gone by Alcalar. Death-light of Africa! (“Don John of Austria is going to the war.”) If the battle had been scripted in Hollywood it would have been rejected as too late for the age of great spectaculars. Bolt from Iberia! John of Austria was an illegitimate son of Holy Roman Emperor Charles V. He became a military leader in the service of his half-brother, King Philip II of Spain, and is best known for his role as the admiral of the Holy Alliance fleet at the Battle of Lepanto. Don John of Austria Has set his people free! Sudden and still--hurrah! Don John of Austria is going to the war, Stiff flags straining in the night-blasts cold In the gloom black-purple, in the glint old-gold, Torchlight crimson on the copper kettle-drums, Then the tuckets, then the trumpets, then the cannon, and he comes. Where the grey seas glitter and the sharp tides shift And the sea-folk labour and the red sails lift. Catholic losses were 7,500 dead — though many of these were knights and noblemen — and another 22,000 wounded (including Miguel de Cervantes). Don John of Austria Is riding to the sea. Sign in to disable ALL ads. The poem tells of the defeat of the Ottoman fleet of Ali Pasha by the Christian crusader, Don John of Austria. Don John of Austria is going to the war, Stiff flags straining in the night-blasts cold In the gloom black-purple, in the glint old-gold, Torchlight crimson on the copper kettle-drums, Then the tuckets, then the trumpets, then the cannon, and he comes.
(Don John had a rosary distributed to each man in his fleet before the battle, and Pius V was praying the rosary during the battle.) (Don John of Austria is going to the war.) 70: Bolt from Iberia! Don John of Austria Is gone by Alcalar. Don John laughing in the brave beard curled, Spurning of his stirrups like the thrones of all the world, Holding his head up for a flag of all the free. About 140 lines in length, the poem heralds Don John of Austria as an embodiment of Christian chivalry, even calling him "the last knight of Europe."
(Don John of Austria is going to the war.) John of Austria (Spanish: Juan, German: Johann; 24 February 1547 – 1 October 1578) was an illegitimate son of Holy Roman Emperor Charles V. He became a military leader in the service of his half-brother, King Philip II of Spain, and is best known for his role as the admiral of the Holy Alliance fleet at the Battle of Lepanto. The poem's stirring verses helped inspire soldiers such as John Buchan St. Michaels on his Mountain in the sea-roads of the north (Don John of Austria is girt and going forth.) Mahound is in his paradise above the evening star, (Don John of Austria is going to the war.) (Don John of Austria is going to the war.)
Don John of Austria Is gone by Alcalar."
75: Where the grey seas glitter and the sharp tides shift And the sea-folk labour and the red sails lift. Sudden and still—hurrah! Sudden and still--hurrah! Death-light of Africa! Love-light of Spain--hurrah! The poem was written in 1911 and published in Chesterton's 1915 collection Poems. Listen to the audio pronunciation of Don John of Austria on pronouncekiwi. "Lepanto" is a poem by G. K. Chesterton celebrating the victory of the Holy League in the Battle of Lepanto written in irregular stanzas of rhyming, roughly paeonic tetrameter couplets, often ending in a quatrain of four dimeter lines. Thank you for helping build the largest language community on the internet. Where the grey seas glitter and the sharp tides shift And the sea-folk labour and the red sails lift. Sudden and still – hurrah! Bolt from Iberia! It is one of many signs of the impoverishment of our culture that we no longer seem capable of producing poetry like this.
St. Michaels on his Mountain in the sea-roads of the north (Don John of Austria is girt and going forth.)
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