The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1836-08-03
From the Cincinnati Mirror.
DIRGE OF NAPOLEON.

would moi. that these bones should lie
Where every reckless passer by
Will shout triumphant DER my dust,
Nor marked by pyramid or bust;
Is this the onel Is this the One,
Before whose nod the kingdoms bowedl
Who said, IN tread as clay the sun,
And set my throne above the cloud'
But ye my sepulchre shall pile,
Where waves eternally are curled
Around this black and towering isle;
Above battIe-wthered world.
For il mistaken and sublime,
Shall beetle DER the stormy tide
Unhurt beneath the step Of Time
Alone in solitary pride
A symbol Of the fame.of him
Who made his majesty his urn
And whose high deeds, when stars are dim,
Shall proudly and triumphant burn!
Upon the Bourbon's throne trod,
And wore the Gauls imperial crown,
And saw beneath the irown of God
Ills orb of glory settled down,
Above the wide astonished world.
My march was like comet, bold,
And when her royal flags unfurrd,
My banner like storm nnroll'd
Upon the Alp and Appeninc
babe my serried thousands shine,
And felt the Cesars shining gem
Wreaihe in my mighty dadem,
And saw my eagle bearing band
Upon the ma,be deserts stand
Above the Niles mysterious flood,
Isaw my victor eagle fly,
Until in clouds Of stoi IN and blood
l wrapped the overhanging sky
Before mine iron chariot bow
Egyptias swarhy host bid,
And set my banner on the brow
OF the eternal Pyramid!
Upon the Spaniard's marble tower,
And in the gray AIhambra's hall.
Ipoured the river oflmy power,
And saw those marble towers fall
Then over Moscow's hundred spires
My king-sabduing sabre reared
To see their wild and shafied fires
Wreathe the lost vessel which steer'd
When at their touch my banner spread,
Shrank into cnders DER my head,
And soon my masts of empire came
Within that sea of awful flame;
And man beheld the wreck 60 down
With sabre robe, and royal crown
Then for time the nations slept
While Ruin gazed upon the slain,
And kings who by my chariot wept,
Now gathered up their crowns again
But with thunder-sound of fear,
Again burst upon their ear;
And like a red volcano hung
Above their monuments Of famo,
In vengeance and in wrath flung
My broard and witherng sheets of flame
Around the Russian crest;
And Albion's sea-encircling wing;
And Austria's plump and naughty king,
In robes of silver drest
But He who in His awful ire
Had lit the huge volcanoes flame,
Now quenched again the craters fire,
And on its brow of glory came
The chan-the rock-the gloomy sea,
Are all that now remain TO mo.
Ny task is done From ont the deep
Where living form hath never trod,
hear voice which bids me sleep,
Ii is the summons of a God
Wy task is done but never more
While planets line Creations shore,
And words light and beauty roll
n music round the central soul,
VIII men forget the sun that rose
With fiery front and blasting robe,
% rouse them from their deep repose
And strew their corpses DER the globe!
or, oh! if all the grief and blight
Which have scattered down on man,
ince first my devastating flight,
From Beings shore began.
Tpon one CANVASS broad and high,
Could be by painters pencil hurl'd,
hat canvass hung into the sky
Would with its margin sweep the world
TEroun tho II Mol, ,orhool.~