Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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TO NAPOLEON. |
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TO NAPOLEON.
Napoleon! thou art a lasting BrandAnd Stigma on man's name: his destinies
Were at thy bidding, yet thou couldst despise
The godlike power to bless, redeem: thy hand
Was on the golden key of that fair land,
The land of promise, and the nations' eyes
Were strained to see their Morningstar arise
On Time's horizon: but with Magicwand
Ambition touched thee, and thy features grew
Into the likeness of a Fiend: thus all
The hopes of worlds betrayed, like leaves that strew
The Earth unseasonably, fade and pall!
But from their dust shall spring a harvest true,
Of selfderivëd hopes: their Trust, thy glory's Fall!
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