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SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 37. NAPOLEON AT ST. HELENA, by                    
First Line: No more the plains of europe blushing red
Last Line: And that grey weaponless unconquered sea.
Subject(s): Napoleon I - Exile


No more the plains of Europe blushing red
Beneath his foot;—nor Paris full of flame
Of triumph,—ringing with the Conqueror's name,—
And the Cæsarian laurel round his head.
No more for him his countless armies led
The countless armies of the world to tame,
And necks of kings to bend to lowliest shame;
No more wide moonlit acres of his dead.

No more the black plumes of his Cuirassiers,—
The Old Guard's white facings, and the breathless glee
Of mingled battle, and the glittering tiers
Of bayonets, and sword-sheen. Alone for thee,
World-conqueror, shine this island's rocky spears,
And that grey weaponless unconquered sea.





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