A Sequel to Don Juan — page 173: what you’re looking at

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164 A SEQUEL TO XXIII. Man of the Roman mind, thy giant sway Was broken on the field of Waterloo ! Oh! where were all thy gallant chiefs that day— Those kings by thee upreared !—Alas ! how few Shared the fidelity of brave Desaix ! Had all been like thy veteran phalanx true, Thou would’st have come the victor from the field— ‘‘ The Old Guard dies, but it can never yield |’ * XXIV. In ancient times when Titan scaled high heaven, The gods fled terror-stricken from before The arm by which their thunder-bolts were riven In twain, and rendered terrible no more ; Till by united force the foe was driven Back trom the height which he had triumphed o’er ; And they, who erst had trembled at his shock, — Condemned him to the vulture, chain, and rock. XXV. Thou wast the Titan of the modern world: Naught could withstand the fury of thy war Against earth’s demigods ;—thy flags unfurled Spread terror, scattering all their hosts afar. At length by holy leagues thou too wast hurled From high Olympus,—and the guiding star Which long upon thy destiny did smile, At length stood o’er Saint Helen’s distant isle. * Ta Vicille Garde meurt, mais ne rend pas,”’ CONnnicloOokxS.conn