To a Gaul grave—another kingdom won—
The last—of few spans—by Napoleon!
I think this nation’s tears poured thus together,
Nobler than shouts!
This funeral grander than crownings—
This grave stronger than thrones.
Elizabeth Barrett.
There’s a lady—a prince’s daughter; she is proud and she is noble;
And she treads the crimsoned carpet, and she breathes the perfumed air;
And a kingly blood sends glances up her princely eye to trouble,