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ODE FROM THE FRENCH, by GEORGE GORDON BYRON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: We do not curse thee, waterloo! Last Line: Crimson tears will follow yet. Alternate Author Name(s): Byron, Lord; Byron, 6th Baron Subject(s): Napoleon I (1769-1821) | ||||||||
WE do not curse thee, Waterloo! Though Freedom's blood thy plain bedew; There 't was shed, but is not sunk -- Rising from each gory trunk, Like the water-spout from ocean, With a strong and growing motion -- It soars, and mingles in the air, With that of lost Labedoyere, With that of him whose honour'd grave Contains the 'bravest of the brave.' A crimson cloud it spreads and glows, But shall return to whence it rose; When 't is full 't will burst asunder -- Never yet was heard such thunder As then shall shake the world with wonder, Never yet was seen such lightning As o'er heaven shall then be bright'ning! Like the Wormwood Star foretold By the sainted Seer of old, Show'ring down a fiery flood, Turning rivers into blood. The Chief has fallen, but not by you, Vanquishers of Waterloo! When the soldier citizen Sway'd not o'er his fellow-men, Save in deeds that led them on Where Glory smiled on Freedom's son -- Who, of all the despots banded, With that youthful chief competed? Who could boast o'er France defeated, Till lone Tyranny commanded? Till, goaded by ambition's sting, The Hero sunk into the King? Then he fell: -- so perish all Who would men by man enthrall! And thou, too, of the snow-white plume! Whose realm refused thee ev'n a tomb; Better hadst thou still been leading France o'er hosts of hirelings bleeding, Than sold thyself to death and shame For a meanly royal name; Such as he of Naples wears, Who thy blood-bought title bears. Little didst thou deem, when dashing On thy war-horse through the ranks Like a stream which burst its banks, While helmets cleft, and sabres clashing, Shone and shiver'd fast around thee -- Of the fate at last which found thee: Was that haughty plume laid low By a slave's dishonest blow? Once -- as the Moon sways o'er the tide, It roll'd in air, the warrior's guide; Through the smoke-created night Of the black and sulphurous fight, The soldier raised his seeking eye To catch that crest's ascendency, -- And, as it onward rolling rose, So moved his heart upon our foes. There, where death's brief pang was quickest, And the battle's wreck lay thickest, Strew'd beneath the advancing banner Of the eagle's burning crest (There with thunder-clouds to fan her Who could then her wing arrest -- Victory beaming from her breast?) -- While the broken line enlarging Fell, or fled along the plain; There be sure was Murat charging! There he ne'er shall charge again! O'er glories gone the invaders march, Weeps Triumph o'er each levell'd arch -- But let Freedom rejoice, With her heart in her voice; But, her hand on her sword, Doubly shall she be adored; France hath twice too well been taught The 'moral lesson' dearly bought -- Her safety sits not on a throne, With Capet or Napoleon! But in equal rights and laws, Hearts and hands in one great cause -- Freedom, such as God hath given Unto all beneath his heaven, With their breath, and from their birth, Though Guilt would sweep it from the earth; With a fierce and lavish hand Scattering nations' wealth like sand; Pouring nations' blood like water, In imperial seas of slaughter! But the heart and the mind, And the voice of mankind, Shall arise in communion -- And who shall resist that proud union? The time is past when swords subdued -- Man may die -- the soul's renew'd: Even in this low world of care Freedom ne'er should want an heir; Millions breathe but to inherit Her forever bounding spirit: When once more her hosts assemble, Tyrants shall believe and tremble -- Smile they at this idle threat? Crimson tears will follow yet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BETRAND AND GOURGAUD TALK OVER OLD TIMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BONAPARTISME by KENNETH REXROTH AN ISLAND (SAINT HELENA, 1821) by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ADVICE TO A RAVEN IN RUSSIA by JOEL BARLOW INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH CAMP by ROBERT BROWNING NAPEOLON'S FAREWELL; FROM THE FRENCH by GEORGE GORDON BYRON BATTLE OF THE BALTIC by THOMAS CAMPBELL HOHENLINDEN by THOMAS CAMPBELL NAPOLEON AND THE BRITISH [OR ENGLISH] SAILOR [BOY] by THOMAS CAMPBELL ALL IS VANITY, SAITH THE PREACHER' by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |
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