A Sequel to Don Juan — page 172: what you’re looking at

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DON JUAN. 163 If | to sovereigns at all bowed down, I’d worship one like him who decked his brow With laurels that at length became a crown To which the monarchs of the earth bent low. ’T were pardonable to tremble at the frown Of him who levelled armies, with a blow: *T were natural to gaze with dazzled eyes On him who ruled all. Europe’s destinies. X XI, Napoleon! thou wast Emperor—and more, For thou thine empire for thyself didst make : From the Atlantic to the Red Sea’s shore Didst thou the earth with conquering legions shake. Although thy progress lay through fields of gore, ’T was thine the yoke of tyrant-kings to break ;— And, though by thee young Freedom’s flags were furled, till didst thou liberate one half the world. | X XII. Those thrones deep in the miseries encrusted Of suffering people, were cast down by thee :-— Those sceptres with the blood of victims rusted Were wrested from the hands of tyranny ; And these were to thy valiant chiefs entrusted That they might make the nations great and free: But, Ah! though laurels waved above each brow, How few possessed such rectitude as thou! COnmiclbookxs.conn