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e! LORD MACAULAY. * * * * * INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH CAMP. You know we French stormed Ratisbon: A mile or so away, On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our storming-day; With neck out-thrust, you fancy how, Legs wide, arms locked behind, As if to balance the prone brow, Oppressive with its mind. Just as perhaps he mused, "My plans That soar, to earth may fall, Let once my army-leader Lannes Waver at yonder wall," Out 'twixt the battery-smokes there flew A rider, bound on bound Full-galloping; nor bridle drew Until he reached the mound. Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through), You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon! The marshal's in the market-place, And you'll be there anon To see your flag-bird flap his vans Where I, to heart's desire, Perched him!" The chief's eye flashed; his plans Soared up again like fire. The chief's eye flashed; but presently Softened itself, as sheathes A film the mother-eagle's eye When her bruised eaglet breathes: "You're wounded!" "Nay," his soldier's pride Touched to the quick, he said: "I'm killed, sire!" And, his chief beside, Smiling, the boy fell dead. ROBERT BROWNING. * * * * * THE BRONZE STATUE OF NAPOLEON. The work is done! the spent flame burns no more, The furnace fires smoke and die, The iron flood boils over. Ope the door, And let the haughty one pass by! Roar, mighty river, rush upon your course, A bound,--and, from your dwelling past, Dash forward, like a torrent from its source, A flame from the volcano cast! To gulp your lava-waves earth's jaws extend, Your fury in one mass fling forth,-- In your steel mould, O Bronze, a slave descend, An emperor return to earth! Again NAPOLEON,--'tis his form appears! Hard soldier in unending quarrel, Who cost so much of insult, blood, and tears, For only a few boughs of laurel! For mourning France it was a day of grief, When, down from its high station flung, His mighty statue, like some shameful thief,
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