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NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE.

66 Expende Annibalem :-quot libras in duce summo

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JUVENAL, Sat. X.

"THE Emperor Nepos was acknowledged by the Senate, "by the Italians, and by the Provincials of Gaul; his moral "virtues, and military talents, were loudly celebrated; and "those who derived any private benefit from his government "announced in prophetic strains the restoration of public "felicity.

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Gibbon's Decline and Fall, vol. vi. p. 220.

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NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE.

1.

'Tis done but yesterday a King!

And arm'd with Kings to strive—

And now thou art a nameless thing

So abject-yet alive!

Is this the man of thousand thrones,

Who strew'd our Earth with hostile bones,

And can he thus survive?

Since he, miscall'd the Morning Star,

Nor man nor fiend hath fallen so far.

2.

Ill-minded man! why scourge thy kind
Who bow'd so low the knee?

By gazing on thyself grown blind,
Thou taught'st the rest to see.

With might unquestion'd,-power to save-
Thine only gift hath been the grave
To those that worshipp'd thee;
Nor till thy fall could mortals guess
Ambition's less than littleness!

3.

Thanks for that lesson-it will teach

To after-warriors more

Than high Philosophy can preach,

And vainly preach'd before.

That spell upon the minds of men
Breaks never to unite again,

That led them to adore

Those Pagod things of sabre-sway,

With fronts of brass, and feet of clay.

4.

The triumph, and the vanity,

The rapture of the strife— (1)

The earthquake voice of Victory,
To thee the breath of life;

The sword, the sceptre, and that sway
Which man seem'd made but to obey,
Wherewith renown was rife-

All quell'd!-Dark Spirit! what must be
The madness of thy memory!

5.

The Desolator desolate!

The Victor overthrown!

The Arbiter of others' fate

A Suppliant for his own!

Is it some yet imperial hope

That with such change can calmly cope?

Or dread of death alone?

To die a prince-or live a slave—

Thy choice is most ignobly brave!

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