To Napoleon
AFTER READING MADE. DE REMUSAT'S MEMOIRS .
All carping tools that dream they have grown wise,
Molest thy memory by a puny sneer,
Snake-like, at last, their noisome heads they rear,
And on thy splendor look with jaundiced eyes.
They call thee tyrant in a thousand cries,
While every deed of thine evokes their fear;
While bowing before thee, wonder of this sphere,
And trembling at a name that never dies.
Ah, let them in their coward stupor prate,
And all the ignorance of their mindlets show,
Unconscious how contemptible they are,
For worlds unborn will claim thy fame as great,
Supreme, unsullied of all minds we know,
Crowned by the glory of thy battle-star!
All carping tools that dream they have grown wise,
Molest thy memory by a puny sneer,
Snake-like, at last, their noisome heads they rear,
And on thy splendor look with jaundiced eyes.
They call thee tyrant in a thousand cries,
While every deed of thine evokes their fear;
While bowing before thee, wonder of this sphere,
And trembling at a name that never dies.
Ah, let them in their coward stupor prate,
And all the ignorance of their mindlets show,
Unconscious how contemptible they are,
For worlds unborn will claim thy fame as great,
Supreme, unsullied of all minds we know,
Crowned by the glory of thy battle-star!
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