While the fields were green, and the sky 115 Put his trust in his fortune, and not in And all the others that end in effsky; And all the others that end in offsky; his God, Worse and worse every day the ele- The fields so white and the sky so blue, What a horrible journey from Moscow! 120 What then thought the Emperor Nap 125 130 135 140 Morbleu! Parbleu! He stole away, I tell you true, Upon the road from Moscow. 'Tis myself, quoth he, I must mind most; So the Devil may take the hindmost. 150 As there was on the road from Moscow. 1 French oaths. 2 After being successful in a number of engage ments against Napoleon in the winter of 181314, the allies made proposals for peace. Who counsels peace, when Vengeance like a flood 5 Rolls on, no longer now to be repress'd; When innocent blood From the four corners of the world cries out For justice upon one accursed head; When Freedom hath her holy banners spread 10 Over all nations, now in one just cause United; when with one sublime accord Europe throws off the yoke abhorr'd, And Loyalty and Faith and Ancient Laws Follow the avenging sword! 15 Woe, woe to England! woe and endless 20 25 shame, If this heroic land, False to her feelings and unspotted fame, Hold out the olive to the tyrant's hand! Woe to the world, if Buonaparte's throne Be suffer'd still to stand! For by what names shall right and wrong be known, What new and courtly phrases must we feign For falsehood, murder, and all mon- If that perfidious Corsican maintain And France, who yearns even now to Beneath his iron rule be left to groan? No! by the innumerable dead Whose blood hath for his lust of power been shed, 30 Death only can for his foul deeds atone; That peace which Death and Judgment How long, O Lord! Holy and Just, how long! 80 A merciless oppressor hast thou been, Thyself remorselessly oppress'd meantime; 85 90 95 100 Greedy of war, when all that thou Was but to dye thy soul with deeper crime, God's justice, and the heart of human kind! Madly thou thoughtest to enslave the world, Thyself the while a miserable slave. Behold the flag of vengeance is unfurl'd! The dreadful armies of the North wretched years 115 120 Revenge thy sufferings and thy shame! By the bones which bleach on Jaffa's beach; By the blood which on Domingo's shore By the flesh which gorged the wolves of Or stiffen'd on the snowy plain By the bodies which lie all open to the sky, By the widow's and the orphan's cry; By the childless parent's misery; By the lives which he hath shed; By the ruin he hath spread; 125 By the prayers which rise for curses on his head; 130 Redeem, O France! thine ancient fame, Revenge thy sufferings and thy shame, Open thine eyes! too long hast thou been blind; Take vengeance for thyself, and for mankind! By those horrors which the night Witness'd, when the torches' light To the assembled murderers show'd Where the blood of Condé flow'd; By thy murder'd Pichegru's fame; The cause of all this blood and all these 135 By murder'd Wright, an English name: One man in tears; this most awful point of time Wait not too long the event, For now whole Europe comes against thee bent, His wiles and their own strength the nations know: Wise from past wrongs, on future peace The people and the princes, with one 105 From all parts move against the general 110 One act of justice, one atoning blow, Open thine eyes! too long hast thou been France! if thou lovest thine ancient fame, |