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10.

And Earth hath spilt her blood for him,

Who thus can hoard his own! And Monarchs bow'd the trembling limb,

And thank'd him for a throne ! Fair Freedom ! we may hold thee dear, When thus thy mightiest foes their fear

In humblest guise have shown. Oh! ne'er may tyrant leave behind A brighter name to lure mankind !

11.

Thine evil deeds are writ in gore,

Nor written thus in vain-
Thy triumphs tell of fame no more,

Or deepen every stain-
If thou hadst died as honour dies,
Some new Napoleon might arise,

To shame the world again
But who would soar the solar height,
To set in such a starless night?

12.

Weigh’d in the balance, hero dust

Is vile as vulgar clay;
Thy scales, Mortality! are just

To all that pass away;
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But yet methought the living great
Some higher sparks should animate,

To dazzle and dismay;
Nor deem'd Contempt could thus make mirth
Of these, the Conquerors of the earth.

13.

And she, proud Austria's mournful flower,

Thy still imperial bride;
How bears her breast the torturing hour?

Still clings she to thy side ?
Must she too bend, must she too share
Thy late repentance, long despair,

Thou throneless Homicide ?
If still she loves thee, hoard that gem,
'Tis worth thy vanish'd diadem!

14.

Then haste thee to thy sullen Isle,
And gaze upon

the sea;
That element may meet thy smile,

It ne'er was ruled by thee!
Or trace with thine all idle hand
In loitering mood upon the sand

That Earth is now as free!
That Corinth's pedagogue hath now
Transferr'd his by-word to thy brow.

15. Thou Timour! in his captive's cage (5)

What thoughts will there be thine, While brooding in thy prison'd rage?

But one-" The world was mine:”
Unless, like he of Babylon,
All sense is with thy sceptre gone,

Life will not long confine
That spirit pour’d so widely forth-
So long obey'd—so little worth!

16.

Or like the thief of fire from heaven, (6)

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;(7) He in his fall preserved his pride, And, if a mortal, had as proudly died !

NOTES

TO THE

ODE TO NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE.

Note 1, page 40, line 16.

The rapture of the strife. Certaminis gaudia, the expression of Attila in his harangue to his army, previous to the battle of Chalons, given in Cassiodorus.

Note 2, page 41, line 10.
He who of old would rend the oak.

Milo.

Note 3, page 41, line 19.
The Roman, when his burning heart.

Sylla.

Note 4, page 42, line 6.
The Spaniard, when the lust of sway.
Charles V.

Note 5, page 15, line 1.
Thou Timour! in his captive's cage.
The cage of Bajazet, by order of Tamerlane.

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