A COAT-OF-ARMS
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One—who with all his peerage fell
By Fontarabia—sat forlorn
In jewelled death at Aix———ah! well,
Who listens now for Roland's horn?
By Fontarabia—sat forlorn
In jewelled death at Aix———ah! well,
Who listens now for Roland's horn?
One who was half a god, they say,
Cried for the stars—and died of wine;
One pushed the crown of Rome away—
And Antony's speech was very fine!
Cried for the stars—and died of wine;
One pushed the crown of Rome away—
And Antony's speech was very fine!
. . . The Shah of Persia, too? Why, yes,
He and his overcoat, no doubt.
Oh, the Khedive will send, I guess,
Half Egypt[1]—when he finds you out!
He and his overcoat, no doubt.
Oh, the Khedive will send, I guess,
Half Egypt[1]—when he finds you out!
Victor of Italy, the Czar,
Franz-Joseph, the sweet Spanish youth,
And Prussian William,—these are all
Your kinsmen, child, in very truth.
Franz-Joseph, the sweet Spanish youth,
And Prussian William,—these are all
Your kinsmen, child, in very truth.
Your coat-of-arms, then I forgot
Some kings, the oldest, wisest, best;—
Take Jason's golden fleece,—why not?
Put Solomon's seal upon your crest.
Some kings, the oldest, wisest, best;—
Take Jason's golden fleece,—why not?
Put Solomon's seal upon your crest.
- ↑ Allusion to the Khedive's present to an American lady, 1875.
