12 ODE TO NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE .

What thoughts will there he thine.While brooding in thy prisoned rage?

But one — «The world was mine? nUnless, like he of Babylon,

All sense is with thy sceptre gone,

Life will not long coniineThat spirit poured so widely forth —-So long obey’d —» so little worth!

XVI.

Or like the thief of fire from heaven , ^Wilt thou withstand the shock PAnd share with him, the unforgiven.

Ills vulture and his rock!

Foredoomed by God — by man accurst.And that last act, though not thy worst.The very Fiend’s arch mock;^

He in his fall preserv’d his pride,

And, if a mortal, had as proudly died!