"Napoleon's fierce spirit rolled,
In terror and blood and gold,
A torrent of ruin to death from his birth.
Leave the millions who follow to mould
The metal before it be cold;
And weave into his shame, which like the dead
Shrouds me, the hopes that from his glory fled."
[NAPOLEON AND ENGLAND (1821).]
Source.—Lord Tennyson's Early Sonnets, V. 1832.