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POEMS ON NAPOLEON.
ODE TO NAPOLEON.
The Desolator desolate!
The Victor overthrown! 'Expende Annibalem :-quot libras in duce sunimo Invenies ?
JUVENAL, Sat. x.
The Arbiter of others' fate
A Suppliant for his own! 'The Emperor Nepos was acknowledged by the
Is it some yet imperial hope
That with such change can calmly cope ? loudly celebrated; and those who derived any private
Or dread of death alone? benefit from his government announced in propheric To die a prince-or live a slave strains the restoration of public felicity. *** Byl
Thy choice is most ignobly brave! thi shameful abdication, he protracted his life a few years, in a very ambiguous state, between an Emperor and an Exile, till -GIBBON'S Decline and Fall,
He who of old would rend the oak, vol. vi. p. 220.
Dream'd not of the rebound;
Chain'd by the trunk he vainly broke-
Alone-how look'd he round!
Thou, in the sternness of thy strength,
An equal deed liast done at length,
And darker fate hast found:
He fell, the forest prowlers' prey;
But thou must cat thy heart away!
The Roman,t when his burning heart
Was slaked with blood of Rome,
Threw down the dagger-dared depart,
In savage grandeur, home :
He dared depart, in utter scorn
Of men that such a yoke had borne,
Yet left him such a doom !
His only glory was that hour
Of self-upheld abandon'd power,
The Spaniard, I when the lust of sway,
Had lost its quickening spell,
Cast crowns for rosaries away,
An empire for a cell ;
A strict accountant of his beads,
A subtle disputant on creeds,
His dotage trified well :
Yet better had he neither known
A bigot's shrine, nor despot's throne.
But thou-from thy reluctant hand
The thunderbolt is wrung-
Too late thou leav'st the high command
To which thy weakness clung;
All Evil Spirit as thou art,
It is enough to grieve the heart
To see thine own unstrung;
To think that God's fair world hath been
The footstool of a thing so mean!
• Milo Crotoniensis.
Charles V., son of Juana of Spain and Philip the . Certaininis gaudia'--the expression of Attila in Handsome, succeeded his grandfather Ferdinand in his harangue to his army, previous to the battle of 2516; became Emperor of Germany in 1519; abdicated Chalons, given in Cassiodorus.
Ånd Earth hath spilt her blood for him,
Or, like the thief of fire from heaven,
Wilt thou withstand the shock ?
And share with him, the unforgiven,
His vulture and his rock!
Foredoom'd by God-by man accurst,
And that last act, though not thy worst,
The very Fiend's arch mock;
He in his fall preserved his pride,
And, if a mortal, had as proudly died !
Then haste thee to thy sullen Isle,
And gaze upon the sea;
ODE FROM THE FRENCH.
We do not curse thee, Waterloo !
Though Freedom's blood thy plain bedew : That Corinth's pedagoguet hath now
There 'twas shed, but is not sunkTransferr'd his byword to thy brow,
Rising from each gory trunk,
Like the waterspout from ocean,
With a strong and growing motion :
It soars and mingles in the air,
With that of lost Labedoyère-
With that of him whose honour'd grave
Contains the 'bravest of the brave.'
A crimson cloud it spreads and glows,
But shall return to whence it rose ;
When 'tis full 'twill burst asunder-
Never yet was heard such thunder
Never yet was seen such lightning • Maria Louisa.
As o'er heaven shall then be bright'ning! + Dionysius of Sicily, who, after his full, kept a school at Corinth.
The cage of Bajazet, by order of Tamerlane. | . Prometheus, said to have stolen fire from heave:.
Like the Wormwood Star foretold
Victory beaming from her breast?)
While the broken line enlarging
Fell, or fled along the plain ;
There be sure was Murat charging !
The chief has fallen ! but not by you,
O'er glories gone the invaders march,
Weeps Triumph o'er each levell'd arcia-
But let Freedoin rejoice,
With her heart in her voice;
But her hand on her sword,
Doubly shall she be adored ;
France hath twice too well been taught
The 'moral lesson' dearly bought-
Her safety sits not on a throne,
With Capet or Napoleon
But in equal rights and laws,
Hearts and hands in one great cause-
Freedom such as God hath given
With their breath, and from their birth,
Though Guilt would sweep it from the earth;
With a fierce and lavish hand
Scattering nations' wealth like sand ;
Pouring nations' blood like water,
In imperial seas of slaughter!
But the heart and the mind,
And the voice of mankind,
Shall arise in communion-
And who shall resist that proud union!
The time is past when swords subdued-
Man inay die---the soul's renew'd :
Even in this low world of care
Freedom ne'er shall want an heir ;
Millions breathe but to inherit
Her for ever bounding spirit
When once inore her hosts assemble,
Tyrants shall believe--and tremble:
Smile they at this idle threat ?
Crinıson tears will follow yet.
FROM THE FRENCH.
MUST thou go, my glorious Chief,
Sever'd from thy faithful few !
Who can tell thy warriors' grief,
Maddening o'er that long adieu ?
Woman's love, and friendship's zeal, • See Rev. viii. 7, etc., . The first angel sounded, and there followed hail and fire mingled with blood,'
Dear as both have been to meetc. Ver. 8, . And the second angel sounded, and as
What are they to all I feel, it were a great mountain burning with fire was cast
With a soldier's faith for thee! into the sea : and the third part of the sea became blood,' etc. Ver. 1o, 'And the third angel sounded, and there fell a great star from heaven, burning as it were a lamp ; and it fell upon the third part of the All wept, but particularly Savary, and a Polish rivers, and upon the fountains of waters, Ver. 11. officer, who had been exalted from the ranks by
And the name of the star is called Wormwood; and Bonaparte. He clung to his master's knees; wrote the third part of the waters became wormwood; and a letter to Lord Keith, entreating perniission to acmany men died of the waters, because they were company him, even in the most menial capacity, which inade bitter.'
could not be admitted,"
Idol of the soldier's soul!
And the shorn Sun grew dim in air,
And set while thou wert dwelling there.
Before thee rose, and with thee grew,
A rainbow of the loveliest hue.
Of three bright colours, each divine,
And fit for that celestial sign;
For Freedom's hand had blended them,
Like tints in an immortal gem.
One tint was of the sunbeam's dyes;
One, the blue depth of Seraph's eyes;
One, the pure Spirit's veil of white
Had robed in radiance of its light:
The three so mingled did beseem
The texture of a heavenly dream.
Star of the brave! thy ray is pale,
And darkness must again prevail !
But, O thou Rainbow of the free!
Our tears and blood must flow for ther.
When thy bright promise fades away,
Our life is but a load of clay.
And Freedom hallows with het treat
The silent cities of the dead;
For beautiful in death are they
Who proudly fall in her array;
And soon, O Goddess ! may we be
For evermore with them or thee!
As his foes I now implore :
FROM THE FRENCH.
FAREWELL to the Land where the gloom of my glory
The brightest or blackest, is fill'd with my fame. ON THE STAR OF THE LEGION OF
I have warr'd with a world which vanquish'd me only HONOUR.'
When the meteor of conquest allured me too far; FROM THE FRENCH
I have coped with the nations which dread me thus
Farewell to thee, France ! when thy diadem crown'd
I made thee the gem and the wonder of earth;
But thy weakness decrees I should leave as I found
Decay'd in thy glory, and sunk in thy worth,
Oh! for the veteran hearts that were wasted
In strife with the storm, when their battles were won:
Then the Eagle, whose gaze in that moment was And thy light broke on human eyes,
Had still soard with eyes fix'd on victory's sun!
Farewell to thee, France --But when Liberty rallies
Once more in thy regions, remember me then, Earth rock'd beneath thee to her base, The violet still grows in the depth of thy valleys; As thou didst lighten through all space: Though wither'a, thy tear will unfold it again.
Yet, yet I may baffle the hosts that surround us, At Waterloo, one man was seen whose left arm And yet may thy heart leap awake to my voicewas shattered by a cannon ball, to wrench it off with There are links which must break in the chain that has the other, and throwing it up in the air, exclaimed to bound us, his comrades, "Vive l'Empereur, jusqu'à la mort !" Then turn thee and call on the Chief of thy choice! There were many other instances of the like. This, however, you may depend on as true-Private Letter from Brussels.