Poem: Louis Napoleon
Poem: Louis Napoleon
上海龙凤shlf最新地址Eagle of Austerlitz! where were thy wings
上海龙凤shlf最新地址When far away upon a barbarous strand,
上海龙凤shlf最新地址In fight unequal, by an obscure hand,
Fell the last scion of thy brood of Kings!
上海龙凤shlf最新地址Poor boy! thou shalt not flaunt thy cloak of red,
Or ride in state through Paris in the van
Of thy returning legions, but instead
Thy mother France, free and republican,
Shall on thy dead and crownless forehead place
上海龙凤shlf最新地址The better laurels of a soldier's crown,
上海龙凤shlf最新地址That not dishonoured should thy soul go down
上海龙凤shlf最新地址To tell the mighty Sire of thy race
上海龙凤shlf最新地址That France hath kissed the mouth of Liberty,
And found it sweeter than his honied bees,
上海龙凤shlf最新地址And that the giant wave Democracy
Breaks on the shores where Kings lay couched at ease.