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SONNET VIII
LOUIS BONAPARTE
O one great stain upon the English race,—
That when the third Napoleon's warriors slew
Women and children (though at Waterloo
His uncle's men looked strong men in the face!)—
When Paris reeked with blood, and when the base
Came to the front, and exiled were the few
Heroic souls to love and freedom true—
That then this man at our blind hearts found grace.
That when the third Napoleon's warriors slew
Women and children (though at Waterloo
His uncle's men looked strong men in the face!)—
When Paris reeked with blood, and when the base
Came to the front, and exiled were the few
Heroic souls to love and freedom true—
That then this man at our blind hearts found grace.
That, when the soul through whom the century sings
Found nought of help or refuge but the sea,
And must for nineteen years an exile be,
Guarded by lone stars and the tempest's wings,
Our England's statesmen could so low descend
As to call Louis Bonaparte a friend!
Found nought of help or refuge but the sea,
And must for nineteen years an exile be,
Guarded by lone stars and the tempest's wings,
Our England's statesmen could so low descend
As to call Louis Bonaparte a friend!
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