A Sequel to Don Juan — page 174: what you’re looking at

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DON. JUAN. 165 XX VI. But now in glory thou dost rest for ever ‘“ Among'st the French, whom thou didst love so well :”* No hand will e’er disturb thine ashes—never Will mortal desecrate the spot where dwell Remains from which not even Death could sever That dread respect and awe invincible— That admiration joined with anxious fear, Which waited on thy name when thou wast here. XX VII. Oft do I linger in the Place Vend6me To gaze upon the Column, till it seems As if the sounds of martial music come From its dark entrails, and the whole air teems With roar of battle and the beat of drum ;— And then, before me, in those wild day-dreams, I mark the war-steeds thundering o’er the plain, View the assault of death, and count the slain. XXVIII. Not in the Invalides should they have laid ‘The ashes of Napoleon ;—but the base Of the high Column which his glory made, Should be th’ imperial hero’s resting place. Then might some pilgrim in his hand have weighed Those last few atoms which are all the trace Of him whose eagle glance alone subdued And struck with awe the gazing multitude. * Napoleon frequently expressed his desire, while at Saint Helena, ‘*to be interred amongst the French whom he loved so well.” COnicloooks. conn