“An indifference to tears, and blood, and human suffering, that could only belong to a Boney-parte.”—Life of Napoleon.
TIME was, I always had a drop
For any tale or sigh of sorrow;
My handkerchief I used to sop
Till often I was forced to borrow;
I don’t know how it is, but now
My eyelids seldom want a drying;
The doctors, p’rhaps, could tell me how—
I fear my heart is ossifying!
O’er Goethe how I used to weep,