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<< Thy pomp is brought down to the grave, and the noise of thy viols: the worms are spread under thee, and the worms cover thee :
How art thou cut down to the ground, which did weaken the nations!" ISAIAH.
HE whom plumed Victory placed upon her throne,
Whose power, whene'er its death-flag was unfurl'd,
As with a magic spell, the o'ermaster'd mind.
Cradled amid the storms of war, the child
He play'd the tyrant; France obey'd, and groan'd.
Ambitious self-destroyer! grasping all,
'Till nations burst indignant from their thrall;
Awoke, and sent his hardy legions forth.
Baffled ambition scorns to feel: he eyed
Terrific to his foes, and not in vain ;
What were his feelings when an exile, far
With him were feasible, so vast his schemes,
Was he a spirit sent to scourge mankind
Withering the strength of all who dared behold.
He hated converse: his o'erweening pride
His course was rapid, he has pass'd away,
Now lies alone in a far distant isle!
Well might philosophy at grandeur smile.
The ill Napoleon did we all well know,
Each day the good he might have done will show.
Nor would the Austrian fox have dared by stealth
This wonderful shield belonged to Atlante, but afterwards was possessed by Ruggiero. See ARIOSTO, Canto 2.
The cloud of selfishness will ne'er decrease
That glooms the prospect of a lasting peace, 'Till Christian kings the Christian maxim heed: God never doom'd mankind to crouch and bleed.
THE DEATH OF A FRIEND.
But thou art fled
Like some frail exhalation which the dawn
Robes in its golden beams; ah, thou hast fled,
The brave, the gentle, and the beautiful!
THY wooded hills, Firenze *, castle-crown'd,
*Firenze, al cui splendore
Ogni bella cittate aspira indarno,
Inclita figlia d'Arno,
Che al Padre cingi d'ogni onore il crine, &c.