We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone—
But we left him alone with his glory.
Charles Wolfe.
CCXIII
ODE TO NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE.
’Tis done—but yesterday a King!
And armed with Kings to strive—
And now thou art a nameless thing:
So abject—yet alive!
Is this the man of thousand thrones, 5
Who strewed our earth with hostile bones,