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But lo ! they fade—the thin forrbs melt away—A scene more awful rushes o ' er my eyes ! Sulphureous clouds mv ^ e the clear ripon- day , And thunders brattle through the cloudless skies !
Deep as the archangel ' s blast , the cannon ' s roar Startles the sleepers of a thousand graves ! War shakes the monumental hills once more , f And slumbering ages shriek among their caves ! Through the black smoke-clouds whirling fast and far ,
Sings the thick death-rain on the Desert ' s air ! I hear by fits swords clash , and bayonets jar—Thy wild shout , Triumph ! thy mad yell , Despair ! But who has rais'd the storm ? Who dares to break
The silence of the Pyramids with war ? Who bids the iron line in thunder speak , And sees through battle ' s clouds his rising star ? 'Tis he—the young Napoleon !—Strong the wing With which the daring eaglet climbs the wind ! Even of his earliest flights late time shall ring—His goal the sun which blaz'd his votarjr blind .
Half-Roman Conqueror ! more the Iron Crown Beseem'd thy brow than one of vulgar gold : It told the secret of thy far renown , The spell whicli long Earth ' s kings and realms controll'd . Thy scepfre was th ^ e sword , the camp thy court , Soldiers thy counsellors , and force thy law ;—How fast the dangerous and the dark resort To those whose minds can teach their fierce souls awe 1
Alas , what instruments Ambition wields ! How stoop the proud to conquer ! What a tale They leave behind , who build on trophied fields New dynasties in which old thrones grow pale \ Yet even Witti these fools haclst thbu but wrought For the deHferanee o ^' ^ nti ^ ttlt ^ M&uikih ^ Whatttiss on e ^ H , ; what ^ thou brought On thy own neiul ' ^ Utf bafs eM win'd !
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CHARACTER OF PfAPcffcEON BONAPARTE . *
Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Nov. 2, 1828, page 766, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2566/page/38/