Poem: Louis Napoleon

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Eagle of Austerlitz! where were thy wings

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,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Or ride in state through Paris in the van

Of thy returning legions, but instead

上海龙凤shlf最新地址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

To tell the mighty Sire of thy race

That France hath kissed the mouth of Liberty,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址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.