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NAPOLEON AND THE BRITISH SAILOR
I love contemplating, apart
From all his homicidal glory,
The traits that soften to our heart
Napoleon's story.
From all his homicidal glory,
The traits that soften to our heart
Napoleon's story.
'Twas when his banners at Boulogne
Arm'd in our island every freeman
His navy chanced to capture one
Poor British seaman.
Arm'd in our island every freeman
His navy chanced to capture one
Poor British seaman.
They suffer'd him, I know not how,
Unprisoned on the shore to roam;
And aye was bent his longing brow
On England's home.
Unprisoned on the shore to roam;
And aye was bent his longing brow
On England's home.
His eye, methinks, pursued the flight
Of birds to Britain half-way over
With envy; they could reach the white
Dear cliffs of Dover.
Of birds to Britain half-way over
With envy; they could reach the white
Dear cliffs of Dover.
A stormy midnight watch, he thought,
Than this sojourn would have been dearer,
If but the storm his vessel brought
To England nearer.
Than this sojourn would have been dearer,
If but the storm his vessel brought
To England nearer.
At last, when care had banished sleep,
He saw one morning, dreaming, doting,
An empty hogshead from the deep
Come shoreward floating.
He saw one morning, dreaming, doting,
An empty hogshead from the deep
Come shoreward floating.
He hid it in a cave, and wrought
The live-long day laborious, lurking,
Until he launched a tiny boat
By mighty working.
The live-long day laborious, lurking,
Until he launched a tiny boat
By mighty working.
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Heaven help us! 'twas a thing beyond
Description wretched: such a wherry
Perhaps ne'er ventured on a pond,
Or crossed a ferry.
Description wretched: such a wherry
Perhaps ne'er ventured on a pond,
Or crossed a ferry.
For ploughing in the salt-sea field
It would have made the boldest shudder—
Untarr'd, uncompass'd, and unkeel'd,
No sail, no rudder.
It would have made the boldest shudder—
Untarr'd, uncompass'd, and unkeel'd,
No sail, no rudder.
From neighbouring woods he interlaced
His sorry skiff with wattled willows;
And thus equipp'd he would have passed
The foaming billows.
His sorry skiff with wattled willows;
And thus equipp'd he would have passed
The foaming billows.
But Frenchmen caught him on the beach,—
His little Argo sorely jeering
Till tidings of him chanced to reach
Napoleon's hearing.
His little Argo sorely jeering
Till tidings of him chanced to reach
Napoleon's hearing.
With folded arms Napoleon stood,
Serene alike in peace and danger;
And, in his wonted attitude,
Address'd the stranger:
Serene alike in peace and danger;
And, in his wonted attitude,
Address'd the stranger:
‘Rash man, that wouldst yon Channel pass
On twigs and staves so rudely fashioned!
Thy heart with some sweet British lass
Must be impassioned.’
On twigs and staves so rudely fashioned!
Thy heart with some sweet British lass
Must be impassioned.’
‘I have no sweetheart,’ said the lad;
‘But, absent long from one another,
Great was the longing that I had
To see my mother.’
‘But, absent long from one another,
Great was the longing that I had
To see my mother.’
‘And so thou shalt,’ Napoleon said,
‘Ye've both my favour fairly won;
A noble mother must have bred
So brave a son.’
‘Ye've both my favour fairly won;
A noble mother must have bred
So brave a son.’
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He gave the tar a piece of gold,
And, with a flag of truce, commanded
He should be shipp'd to England Old,
And safely landed.
And, with a flag of truce, commanded
He should be shipp'd to England Old,
And safely landed.
Our sailor oft could scantly shift
To find a dinner, plain and hearty;
But never changed the coin and gift
Of Bonaparté.
To find a dinner, plain and hearty;
But never changed the coin and gift
Of Bonaparté.
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