Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte
'Tis done--but yesterday a King!And armed with Kings to strive--And now thou art a nameless thing:So abject--yet alive!Is this the man of thousand thrones,Who strewed our earth with hostile bones,And can he thus survive?Since he, miscalled the Morning Star,Nor man nor fiend hath fallen so far.
Ill-minded man! why scourge thy kindWho bowed so low the knee?By gazing on thyself grown blind,Thou taught'st the rest to see.With might unquestioned,--power to save,--Thine only gift hath been the graveTo those that worshipped thee;Nor till thy fall could mortals guessAmbition's less than littleness!
Thanks for that lesson--it will teachTo after-warriors moreThan high Philosophy can preach,And vainly preached before.That spell upon the minds of menBreaks never to unite again,That led them to adoreThose Pagod things of sabre-sway,With fronts of brass, and feet of clay.
The triumph, and the vanity,The rapture of the strife--The earthquake-voice of Victory,To thee the breath of life;The sword, the sceptre, and that swayWhich man seemed made but to obey,Wherewith renown was rife--All quelled!--Dark Spirit! what must beThe madness of thy memory!
The Desolator desolate!The Victor overthrown!The Arbiter of others' fateA Suppliant for his own!Is it some yet imperial hopeThat with such change can calmly cope?Or dread of death alone?To die a Prince--or live a slave--Thy choice is most ignobly brave!
He who of old would rend the oak,Dreamed not of the rebound;Chained by the trunk he vainly broke--Alone--how looked he round?Thou, in the sternness of thy strength,An equal deed hast done at length.And darker fate hast found:He fell, the forest prowlers' prey;But thou must eat thy heart away!
The Roman, when his burning heartWas slaked with blood of Rome,Threw down the dagger--dared depart,In savage grandeur, home.--He dared depart in utter scornOf men that such a yoke had borne,Yet left him such a doom!His only glory was that hourOf self-upheld abandoned power.
The Spaniard, when the lust of swayHad lost its quickening spell,Cast crowns for rosaries away,An empire for a cell;A strict accountant of his beads,A subtle disputant on creeds,His dotage trifled well:Yet better had he neither knownA bigot's shrine, nor despot's throne.
But thou--from thy reluctant handThe thunderbolt is wrung--Too late thou leav'st the high commandTo which thy weakness clung;All Evil Spirit as thou art,It is enough to grieve the heartTo see thine own unstrung;To think that God's fair world hath beenThe footstool of a thing so mean;
And Earth hath spilt her blood for him,Who thus can hoard his own!And Monarchs bowed the trembling limb,And thanked him for a throne!Fair Freedom! we may hold thee dear,When thus thy mightiest foes their fearIn humblest guise have shown.Oh! ne'er may tyrant leave behindA brighter name to lure mankind!
Thine evil deeds are writ in gore,Nor written thus in vain--Thy triumphs tell of fame no more,Or deepen every stain:If thou hadst died as Honour dies,Some new Napoleon might arise,To shame the world again--But who would soar the solar height,To set in such a starless night?ip
Weigh'd in the balance, hero dustIs vile as vulgar clay;iqThy scales, Mortality! are justTo all that pass away:But yet methought the living greatSome higher sparks should animate,To dazzle and dismay:Nor deem'd Contempt could thus make mirthOf these, the Conquerors of the earth.
And she, proud Austria's mournful flower,Thy still imperial bride;How bears her breast the torturing hour?Still clings she to thy side?Must she too bend, must she too shareThy late repentance, long despair,Thou throneless Homicide?If still she loves thee, hoard that gem,--'Tis worth thy vanished diadem!
Then haste thee to thy sullen Isle,And gaze upon the sea;irThat element may meet thy smile--It ne'er was ruled by thee!Or trace with thine all idle handisIn loitering mood upon the sandThat Earth is now as free!That Corinth's pedagogue hath nowTransferred his by-word to thy brow.
Thou Timour! in his captive's cageitWhat thoughts will there be thine,While brooding in thy prisoned rage?But one--"The world was mine!"Unless, like he of Babylon,All sense is with thy sceptre gone,Life will not long confineThat spirit poured so widely forth--So long obeyed--so little worth!
Or, like the thief of fire from heaven,Wilt thou withstand the shock?And share with him, the unforgiven,His vulture and his rock!Foredoomed by God--by man accurst,iuAnd that last act, though not thy worst,The very Fiend's arch mock;He in his fall preserved his pride,And, if a mortal, had as proudly died!iv
There was a day--there was an hour,While earth was Gaul's--Gaul thine--iwWhen that immeasurable powerUnsated to resignHad been an act of purer fameThan gathers round Marengo's nameAnd gilded thy decline,Through the long twilight of all time,Despite some passing clouds of crime.
But thou forsooth must be a KingAnd don the purple vest,As if that foolish robe could wringRemembrance from thy breast.Where is that faded garment? whereixThe gewgaws thou wert fond to wear,The star, the string, the crest?iyVain froward child of Empire! say,Are all thy playthings snatched away?
Where may the wearied eye reposeizWhen gazing on the Great;Where neither guilty glory glows,Nor despicable state?Yes--One--the first--the last--the best--The Cincinnatus of the West,Whom Envy dared not hate,Bequeathed the name of Washington,To make man blush there was but one!ja
Words in this poem 35
- nameless a.
- Without a name; not having been given a name; as, a nameless star.
- abject a.
- Cast down; low-lying. [L. abjectus, p. p. of abjicere to throw away; ab + jacere to throw. See Jet a shooting forth.]
- scourge n.
- A lash; a strap or cord; especially, a lash used to inflict pain or punishment; an instrument of punishment or discipline; a whip. [F. escourgée, fr. L. excoriata (sc. scutica) a stripped off (lash or whip), fr. excoriate to strip, to skin. See Excoriate.]
- unquestioned a.
- Not called in question; not doubted.
- adore v. t.
- To worship with profound reverence; to pay divine honors to; to honor as deity or as divine. [OE. aouren, anouren, adoren, OF. aorer, adorer, F. adorer, fr. L. adorare; ad + orare to speak, pray, os, oris, mouth. In OE. confused with honor, the French pr]
- sabre n.
- A sword with a broad and heavy blade, thick at the back, and usually more or less curved like a scimiter; a cavalry sword. Saber fish, or Sabre fish (Zoöl.), the cutlass fish.
- strife n.
- The act of striving; earnest endeavor. [OF. estrif. See Strive.]
- sceptre n.
- A staff or baton borne by a sovereign, as a ceremonial badge or emblem of authority; a royal mace. [F. sceptre, L. sceptrum, from Gr. shaft. See Shaft, and cf. Scape a stem, shaft.]
- wherewith adv.
- With which; -- used relatively.
- rife a.
- Prevailing; prevalent; abounding. [AS. rif abundant, or Icel. rifr munificent; akin to OD. riff, rijve, abundant.]
- suppliant a.
- Asking earnestly and submissively; entreating; beseeching; supplicating. [F., p.pr. of supplier to entreat, L. supplicare. See Supplicate, and cf. Supplicant.]
- ignobly adv.
- In an ignoble manner; basely.
- broke v. i.
- To transact business for another. Brome. [See Broker, and cf. Brook.]
- sternness n.
- The quality or state of being stern.
- hast
- , 2d pers. sing. pres. of. Fave, contr. of havest.
- depart v. i.
- To part; to divide; to separate. [OE. departen to divide, part, depart, F. départir to divide, distribute, se départir to separate one's self, depart; pref. dé- (L. de) + partir to part, depart,]
- spaniard n.
- A native or inhabitant of Spain.
- lust v. i.
- To list; to like. [AS. lystan. See Lust, n., and cf. List to choose.]
- quickening n.
- The act or process of making or of becoming quick.
- dotage n.
- Feebleness or imbecility of understanding or mind, particularly in old age; the childishness of old age; senility; as, a venerable man, now in his dotage. [From Dote, v. i.]
- thunderbolt n.
- A shaft of lightning; a brilliant stream of electricity passing from one part of the heavens to another, or from the clouds to the earth.
- clung a.
- Wasted away; shrunken. [Prop. p. p. fr. OE. clingen to wither. See Cling, v. i.]
- footstool n.
- A low stool to support the feet of one when sitting.
- deepen v. t.
- To make deep or deeper; to increase the depth of; to sink lower; as, to deepen a well or a channel.
- honour n.
- Esteem due or paid to worth; high estimation; respect; consideration; reverence; veneration; manifestation of respect or reverence. [OE. honor, honour, onour, onur, OF. honor, onor, honur, onur, honour, onour, F. honneur, fr. L. honor, honos.]
- napoleon n.
- A French gold coin of twenty francs, or about $3.86. [From the Emperor Napoleon 1.]
- starless a.
- Being without stars; having no stars visible; as, a starless night.
- mortality n.
- The condition or quality of being mortal; subjection to death or to the necessity of dying. [L. mortalitas: cf. F. mortalité.]
- dazzle v. t.
- To overpower with light; to confuse the sight of by brilliance of light. [Freq. of daze.]
- throneless a.
- Having no throne.
- sullen a.
- Lonely; solitary; desolate. Wyclif (Job iii. 14). [OE. solein, solain, lonely, sullen; through Old French fr. (assumed) LL. solanus solitary, fr. L. solus alone. See Sole, a.]
- isle v. t.
- To cause to become an island, or like an island; to surround or encompass; to island.
- accurst p. p.
- Doomed to destruction or misery; cursed; hence, bad enough to be under the curse; execrable; detestable; exceedingly hateful; -- as, an accursed deed.
- forsooth v. t.
- To address respectfully with the term forsooth.
- vest n.
- An article of clothing covering the person; an outer garment; a vestment; a dress; a vesture; a robe. [L. vestis a garment, vesture; akin to Goth. wasti, and E. wear: cf. F. veste. See Wear to carry on the person, and cf. Divest, Invest, Travesty.]
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
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Form and metre
Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte is 171 lines in 19 stanzas of 9 lines each. The rhyme scheme is ABABCCBDD, complete in 17 of its 19 stanzas. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 89%).
See other poems in iambic tetrameter.
Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.
Rhyme words, stanza by stanza
The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.
- 1 ABABCCBDD kingA · striveB · thingA · aliveB · thronesC · bonesC · surviveB · starD · farD
- 2 ABABCCBDD kindA · kneeB · blindA · seeB · saveC · graveC · theeB · guessD · littlenessD
- 3 ABABCCBDD teachA · moreB · preachA · beforeB · menC · againC · adoreB · swayD · clayD
- 4 ABABCCBDD vanityA · strifeB · victoryA · lifeB · swayC · obeyC · rifeB · beD · memoryD
- 5 ABABCCBDD desolateA · overthrownB · fateA · ownB · hopeC · copeC · aloneB · slaveD · braveD
- 6 ABABCCBDD oakA · reboundB · brokeA · roundB · strengthC · lengthC · foundB · preyD · awayD
- 7 ABABCCBDD heartA · romeB · departA · homeB · scornC · borneC · doomB · hourD · powerD
- 8 ABABCCBDD swayA · spellB · awayA · cellB · beadsC · creedsC · wellB · knownD · throneD
- 9 ABABCCBDD handA · wrungB · commandA · clungB · artC · heartC · unstrungB · beenD · meanD
- 10 ABABCCBDD himA · ownB · limbA · throneB · dearC · fearC · shownB · behindD · mankindD
- 11 ABABCCBDD goreA · vainB · moreA · stainB · diesC · ariseC · againB · heightD · night?ipD
- 12 ABABCCBDD dustA · clay;iqB · justA · awayB · greatC · animateC · dismayB · mirthD · earthD
- 13 ABABCCBDD flowerA · brideB · hourA · sideB · shareC · despairC · homicideB · gemD · diademD
- 14 ABABCCBDD isleA · sea;irB · smileA · theeB · handisC · sandC · freeB · nowD · browD
- 15 -A-A--A-- cageit · thineA · rage · mineA · babylon · gone · confineA · forth · worth
- 16 -A-A--A-- heaven · shockA · unforgiven · rockA · accurst,iu · worst · mockA · pride · died!iv
- 17 ABABCCBDD hourA · iwB · powerA · resignB · fameC · nameC · declineB · timeD · crimeD
- 18 ABABCCBDD kingA · vestB · wringA · breastB · whereixC · wearC · crest?iyB · sayD · awayD
- 19 ABABCCBDD reposeizA · greatB · glowsA · stateB · bestC · westC · hateB · washingtonD · one!jaD
Scansion, line by line
Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic tetrameter. How this is done.
| Line | Syl. | Stress |
|---|---|---|
| 'Tis done--but yesterday a King! | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| And armed with Kings to strive-- | 6 | ······ |
| And now thou art a nameless thing: | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| So abject--yet alive! | 6 | ·/˘·˘/ |
| Is this the man of thousand thrones, | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| Who strewed our earth with hostile bones, | 8 | ··/··˘/· |
| And can he thus survive? | 6 | ····˘/ |
| Since he, miscalled the Morning Star, | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| Nor man nor fiend hath fallen so far. | 9 | ·····/˘·· |
| Ill-minded man! why scourge thy kind | 8 | ·/˘····· |
| Who bowed so low the knee? | 6 | ······ |
| By gazing on thyself grown blind, | 8 | ·/˘·˘/·· |
| Thou taught'st the rest to see. | 6 | ······ |
| With might unquestioned,--power to save,-- | 8 | ··˘/˘/·· |
| Thine only gift hath been the grave | 8 | ·/˘····· |
| To those that worshipped thee; | 6 | ···/˘· |
| Nor till thy fall could mortals guess | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| Ambition's less than littleness! | 8 | ˘/˘··/˘˘ |
| Thanks for that lesson--it will teach | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| To after-warriors more | 7 | ···/˘˘· |
| Than high Philosophy can preach, | 8 | ··˘/˘˘·· |
| And vainly preached before. | 6 | ·/˘··· |
| That spell upon the minds of men | 8 | ········ |
| Breaks never to unite again, | 8 | ·/˘·/·˘/ |
| That led them to adore | 6 | ····˘/ |
| Those Pagod things of sabre-sway, | 8 | ·/˘··/˘· |
| With fronts of brass, and feet of clay. | 8 | ········ |
| The triumph, and the vanity, | 8 | ·/˘··/˘˘ |
| The rapture of the strife-- | 6 | ·/˘··· |
| The earthquake-voice of Victory, | 8 | ·/···/˘˘ |
| To thee the breath of life; | 6 | ······ |
| The sword, the sceptre, and that sway | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| Which man seemed made but to obey, | 8 | ······˘/ |
| Wherewith renown was rife-- | 6 | ˘/˘/·· |
| All quelled!--Dark Spirit! what must be | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| The madness of thy memory! | 8 | ·/˘··/˘˘ |
| The Desolator desolate! | 7 | ·/˘˘/˘· |
| The Victor overthrown! | 6 | ·/˘·˘/ |
| The Arbiter of others' fate | 8 | ·/˘˘·/˘· |
| A Suppliant for his own! | 7 | ·/˘˘··· |
| Is it some yet imperial hope | 8 | ····˘/˘· |
| That with such change can calmly cope? | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| Or dread of death alone? | 6 | ····˘/ |
| To die a Prince--or live a slave-- | 8 | ········ |
| Thy choice is most ignobly brave! | 8 | ····˘/˘· |
| He who of old would rend the oak, | 8 | ········ |
| Dreamed not of the rebound; | 6 | ····˘/ |
| Chained by the trunk he vainly broke-- | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| Alone--how looked he round? | 6 | ˘/···· |
| Thou, in the sternness of thy strength, | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| An equal deed hast done at length. | 8 | ·/˘····· |
| And darker fate hast found: | 6 | ·/˘··· |
| He fell, the forest prowlers' prey; | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| But thou must eat thy heart away! | 8 | ······˘/ |
| The Roman, when his burning heart | 8 | ·/˘··/˘· |
| Was slaked with blood of Rome, | 6 | ······ |
| Threw down the dagger--dared depart, | 8 | ···/˘·˘/ |
| In savage grandeur, home.-- | 6 | ·/˘˘/· |
| He dared depart in utter scorn | 8 | ··˘/·/˘· |
| Of men that such a yoke had borne, | 8 | ········ |
| Yet left him such a doom! | 6 | ······ |
| His only glory was that hour | 9 | ·/˘/˘··/˘ |
| Of self-upheld abandoned power. | 9 | ··˘/˘/˘/˘ |
| The Spaniard, when the lust of sway | 8 | ·/˘····· |
| Had lost its quickening spell, | 7 | ···/˘˘· |
| Cast crowns for rosaries away, | 8 | ···/˘˘˘/ |
| An empire for a cell; | 7 | ·/˘˘··· |
| A strict accountant of his beads, | 8 | ··˘/˘··· |
| A subtle disputant on creeds, | 8 | ·/˘/˘˘·· |
| His dotage trifled well: | 6 | ·/˘/˘· |
| Yet better had he neither known | 8 | ·/˘··/˘· |
| A bigot's shrine, nor despot's throne. | 8 | ·/˘··/˘· |
| But thou--from thy reluctant hand | 8 | ····˘/˘· |
| The thunderbolt is wrung-- | 6 | ·/˘··· |
| Too late thou leav'st the high command | 8 | ······˘/ |
| To which thy weakness clung; | 6 | ···/˘· |
| All Evil Spirit as thou art, | 8 | ·/˘/˘··· |
| It is enough to grieve the heart | 8 | ··˘/···· |
| To see thine own unstrung; | 6 | ······ |
| To think that God's fair world hath been | 8 | ········ |
| The footstool of a thing so mean; | 8 | ·/˘····· |
| And Earth hath spilt her blood for him, | 8 | ········ |
| Who thus can hoard his own! | 6 | ······ |
| And Monarchs bowed the trembling limb, | 8 | ·/···/˘· |
| And thanked him for a throne! | 6 | ······ |
| Fair Freedom! we may hold thee dear, | 8 | ·/˘····· |
| When thus thy mightiest foes their fear | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| In humblest guise have shown. | 7 | ·/˘˘··· |
| Oh! ne'er may tyrant leave behind | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| A brighter name to lure mankind! | 8 | ·/˘···// |
| Thine evil deeds are writ in gore, | 8 | ·/˘····· |
| Nor written thus in vain-- | 6 | ·/˘··· |
| Thy triumphs tell of fame no more, | 8 | ·/˘····· |
| Or deepen every stain: | 7 | ·/˘/˘˘· |
| If thou hadst died as Honour dies, | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| Some new Napoleon might arise, | 8 | ··˘/˘·˘/ |
| To shame the world again-- | 6 | ····˘/ |
| But who would soar the solar height, | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| To set in such a starless night?ip | 9 | ·····/˘·· |
| Weigh'd in the balance, hero dust | 8 | ···/˘/˘· |
| Is vile as vulgar clay;iq | 7 | ···/˘·· |
| Thy scales, Mortality! are just | 8 | ··˘/˘˘·· |
| To all that pass away: | 6 | ····˘/ |
| But yet methought the living great | 8 | ··˘/·/˘· |
| Some higher sparks should animate, | 8 | ·/˘··/˘· |
| To dazzle and dismay: | 6 | ·/˘·˘/ |
| Nor deem'd Contempt could thus make mirth | 8 | ··˘/···· |
| Of these, the Conquerors of the earth. | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| And she, proud Austria's mournful flower, | 8 | ···/˘/˘/ |
| Thy still imperial bride; | 7 | ··˘/˘˘· |
| How bears her breast the torturing hour? | 8 | ·····/˘/ |
| Still clings she to thy side? | 6 | ······ |
| Must she too bend, must she too share | 8 | ········ |
| Thy late repentance, long despair, | 8 | ··˘/˘·˘/ |
| Thou throneless Homicide? | 6 | ·/˘/˘· |
| If still she loves thee, hoard that gem,-- | 8 | ········ |
| 'Tis worth thy vanished diadem! | 8 | ···/˘/˘· |
| Then haste thee to thy sullen Isle, | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| And gaze upon the sea;ir | 7 | ······· |
| That element may meet thy smile-- | 8 | ·/˘˘···· |
| It ne'er was ruled by thee! | 6 | ······ |
| Or trace with thine all idle handis | 9 | ·····/˘·· |
| In loitering mood upon the sand | 8 | ·/˘····· |
| That Earth is now as free! | 6 | ······ |
| That Corinth's pedagogue hath now | 8 | ·/˘/˘˘·· |
| Transferred his by-word to thy brow. | 8 | ˘/······ |
| Thou Timour! in his captive's cageit | 9 | ·˘/··/˘·· |
| What thoughts will there be thine, | 6 | ······ |
| While brooding in thy prisoned rage? | 8 | ·/˘··/˘· |
| But one--"The world was mine!" | 6 | ······ |
| Unless, like he of Babylon, | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| All sense is with thy sceptre gone, | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| Life will not long confine | 6 | ····˘/ |
| That spirit poured so widely forth-- | 8 | ·/˘··/˘· |
| So long obeyed--so little worth! | 8 | ··˘/·/˘· |
| Or, like the thief of fire from heaven, | 9 | ·····/·/˘ |
| Wilt thou withstand the shock? | 6 | ··˘/·· |
| And share with him, the unforgiven, | 9 | ······˘/˘ |
| His vulture and his rock! | 6 | ·/˘··· |
| Foredoomed by God--by man accurst,iu | 10 | ·········· |
| And that last act, though not thy worst, | 8 | ········ |
| The very Fiend's arch mock; | 6 | ·/˘··· |
| He in his fall preserved his pride, | 8 | ····˘/·· |
| And, if a mortal, had as proudly died!iv | 11 | ···/˘··/˘·· |
| There was a day--there was an hour, | 9 | ·······/˘ |
| While earth was Gaul's--Gaul thine--iw | 7 | ······· |
| When that immeasurable power | 9 | ··˘/˘·˘/˘ |
| Unsated to resign | 6 | ····˘/ |
| Had been an act of purer fame | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| Than gathers round Marengo's name | 8 | ·/˘····· |
| And gilded thy decline, | 6 | ·/˘·˘/ |
| Through the long twilight of all time, | 8 | ···/···· |
| Despite some passing clouds of crime. | 8 | ˘/·/˘··· |
| But thou forsooth must be a King | 8 | ··˘/···· |
| And don the purple vest, | 6 | ···/˘· |
| As if that foolish robe could wring | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| Remembrance from thy breast. | 6 | ˘/˘··· |
| Where is that faded garment? whereix | 9 | ···/˘/˘·· |
| The gewgaws thou wert fond to wear, | 8 | ·/˘····· |
| The star, the string, the crest?iy | 7 | ······· |
| Vain froward child of Empire! say, | 8 | ·/˘··/˘· |
| Are all thy playthings snatched away? | 8 | ···/··˘/ |
| Where may the wearied eye reposeiz | 9 | ···/˘···· |
| When gazing on the Great; | 6 | ·/˘··· |
| Where neither guilty glory glows, | 8 | ·/˘/˘/˘· |
| Nor despicable state? | 6 | ·˘/˘˘· |
| Yes--One--the first--the last--the best-- | 8 | ········ |
| The Cincinnatus of the West, | 8 | ········ |
| Whom Envy dared not hate, | 6 | ·/˘··· |
| Bequeathed the name of Washington, | 8 | ˘/···/˘˘ |
| To make man blush there was but one!ja | 9 | ········· |
On this poem
Notes from the edition 20
E. H. Coleridge's notes to The Works of Lord Byron, Poetry, Vol. III (John Murray, 1900; Project Gutenberg #21811). Bracketed passages are the editor's; unbracketed are Byron's own or earlier editors'. Lettered variant readings (manuscript and edition collations) are not harvested here, matching the treatment of Coleridge's Don Juan notes.
- Stanza 1, line 7 ["I don't know--but I think I, even I (an insect compared with this creature), have set my life on casts not a millionth part of this man's. But, after all, a crown may not be worth dying for. Yet, to outlive Lodi for this!!! Oh that Juvenal or Johnson could rise from the dead! 'Expende--quot libras in duce summo invenies?' I knew they were light in the balance of mortality; but I thought their living dust weighed more carats. Alas! this imperial diamond hath a flaw in it, and is now hardly fit to stick in a glazier's pencil;--the pen of the historian won't rate it worth a ducat. Psha! 'something too much of this.' But I won't give him up even now; though all his admirers have, 'like the thanes, fallen from him.'"--Journal, April 9, 1814, Letters, 1898, ii. 409.]
- Stanza 1, line 8 [Compare "How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning!"--Isaiah xiv. 12.]
- Stanza 2 [Stanzas ii. and iii. were added in Proof iv.]
- Stanza 3, line 5 [A "spell" may be broken, but it is difficult to understand how, like the two halves of a seal or amulet, a broken spell can "unite again."]
- Stanza 4, line 2 "Certaminis gaudia"--the expression of Attila in his harangue to his army, previous to the battle of Chalons, given in Cassiodorus. ["Nisi ad certaminis hujus gaudia praeparasset."--Attilae Oratio ad Hunnos, caput xxxix., Appendix ad Opera Cassiodori, Migne, lxix. 1279.]
- Stanza 5, line 1 [The first four lines of stanza v. were quoted by "Mr. Miller in the House of Representatives of the United States," in a debate on the Militia Draft Bill (Weekly Messenger, Boston, February 10, 1815). "Take warning," he went on to say, "by this example. Bonaparte split on this rock of conscription," etc. This would have pleased Byron, who confided to his Journal, December 3, 1813 (Letters, 1898, ii. 360), that the statement that "my rhymes are very popular in the United States," was "the first tidings that have ever sounded like Fame to my ears."]
- Stanza 6, line 2 ["Like Milo, he would rend the oak; but it closed again, wedged his hands, and now the beasts--lion, bear, down to the dirtiest jackal--may all tear him."--Journal, April 8, 1814, Letters, 1898, ii. 408. For the story of Milo and the Oak, see Valerius Maximus, Factorum, Dictorumque Memorabilium, lib. ix. cap. xii. Part II. example 9.]
- Stanza 7, line 1 Sylla. [We find the germ of this stanza in the Diary of the evening before it was written: "I mark this day! Napoleon Buonaparte has abdicated the throne of the world. 'Excellent well.' Methinks Sylla did better; for he revenged, and resigned in the height of his sway, red with the slaughter of his foes--the finest instance of glorious contempt of the rascals upon record. Dioclesian did well too--Amurath not amiss, had he become aught except a dervise--Charles the Fifth but so so; but Napoleon worst of all."--Journal, April 9, 1814, Letters, 1898, ii. 409.]
- Stanza 8, line 2 ["Alter 'potent spell' to 'quickening spell:' the first (as Polonius says) 'is a vile phrase,' and means nothing, besides being commonplace and Rosa-Matildaish."--Letter to Murray, April 11, 1814, Letters, 1899, iii. 68.]
- Stanza 8, line 7 [Charles V. resigned the kingdom to his son Philip, circ. October, 1555, and the imperial crown to his brother Ferdinand, August 27, 1556, and entered the Jeronymite Monastery of St. Justus at Placencia in Estremadura. Before his death (September 21, 1558) he dressed himself in his shroud, was laid in his coffin, "joined in the prayers which were offered up for the rest of his soul, mingling his tears with those which his attendants shed, as if they had been celebrating a real funeral."--Robertson's Charles V., 1798, iv. 180, 205, 254.]
- Stanza 13, line 9 [Count Albert Adam de Neipperg, born 1774, an officer in the Austrian Army, and, 1811, Austrian envoy to the Court of Stockholm, was presented to Marie Louise a few days after Napoleon's abdication, became her chamberlain; and, according to the Nouvelle Biographie Universelle, "plus tard il l'epousa." The count, who is said to have been remarkably plain (he had lost an eye in a scrimmage with the French), died April 12, 1829.]
- Stanza 14, line 8 ["Dionysius at Corinth was yet a king to this."--Diary, April 9. Dionysius the Younger, on being for the second time banished from Syracuse, retired to Corinth (B.C. 344), where "he is said to have opened a school for teaching boys to read" (see Plut., Timal., c. 14), but not, apparently, with a view to making a living by pedagogy.--Grote's Hist. of Greece, 1872, ix. 152.]
- Stanza 15, line 1 The cage of Bajazet, by order of Tamerlane.
[The story of the cage is said to be a fable. After the battle of Angora, July 20, 1402, Bajazet, whose escape from prison had been planned by one of his sons, was chained during the night, and placed in a kafes (kafess), a Turkish word, which signifies either a cage or a grated room or bed. Hence the legend.--Hist. de l'Empire Othoman, par J. von Hammer-Purgstall, 1836, ii. 97.] - Stanza 15, line 5 [Presumably another instance of "careless and negligent ease."]
- Stanza 15, line 6 ["Have you heard that Bertrand has returned to Paris with the account of Napoleon's having lost his senses? It is a report; but, if true, I must, like Mr. Fitzgerald and Jeremiah (of lamentable memory), lay claim to prophecy."--Letter to Murray, June 14, 1814, Letters, 1899, iii. 95.]
- Stanza 16, line 1 Prometheus.
- Stanza 16, line 7 "O! 'tis the spite of hell, the fiend's arch-mock, To lip a wanton in a secure couch, And to suppose her chaste!" Othello, act iv. sc. 1, lines 69-71.
[We believe there is no doubt of the truth of the anecdote here alluded to--of Napoleon's having found leisure for an unworthy amour, the very evening of his arrival at Fontainebleau.--Note to Edition 1832.
A consultation of numerous lives and memoirs of Napoleon has not revealed the particulars of this "unworthy amour." It is possible that Murray may have discovered the source of Byron's allusion among the papers "in the possession of one of Napoleon's generals, a friend of Miss Waldie," which were offered him "for purchase and publication," in 1815.--See Memoir of John Murray, 1891, i. 279.] - Stanza 16, line 9 [Of Prometheus--
"Unlike the offence, though like would be the fate-- His to give life, but thine to desolate; He stole from Heaven the flame for which he fell, Whilst thine be stolen from thy native Hell."
--Attached to Proof v., April 25.] - Stanza 18, line 7 [Byron had recently become possessed of a "fine print" (by Raphael Morghen, after Gerard) of Napoleon in his imperial robes, which (see Journal, March 6, 1814, Letters, 1898, ii. 393, note 2) became him "as if he had been hatched in them." According to the catalogue of Morghen's works, the engraving represents "the head nearly full-face, looking to the right, crowned with laurel. He wears an enormous velvet robe embroidered with bees--hanging over it the collar and jewel of the Legion of Honour." It was no doubt this "fine print" which suggested "the star, the string [i.e. the chain of enamelled eagles], the crest."]
- Stanza 19, line 9 ["The two stanzas which I now send you were, by some mistake, omitted in the copies of Lord Byron's spirited and poetical 'Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte,' already published. One of 'the devils' in Mr. Davison's employ procured a copy of this for me, and I give you the chance of first discovering them to the world.
"Your obedient servant,
"J. R."
"Yes! better to have stood the storm, A Monarch to the last! Although that heartless fireless form Had crumbled in the blast: Than stoop to drag out Life's last years, The nights of terror, days of tears For all the splendour past; Then,--after ages would have read Thy awful death with more than dread.
"A lion in the conquering hour! In wild defeat a hare! Thy mind hath vanished with thy power, For Danger brought despair. The dreams of sceptres now depart, And leave thy desolated heart The Capitol of care! Dark Corsican, 'tis strange to trace Thy long deceit and last disgrace." Morning Chronicle, April 27, 1814.]
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