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ODE TO NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE.

XVIII.

But thou forsooth must be a King
And don the purple vest,
As if that foolish robe could wring
Remembrance from thy breast.
Where is that faded garment? where[1]
The gewgaws thou wert fond to wear,
The star, the string, the crest?[2][3]
Vain froward child of Empire! say,
Are all thy playthings snatched away?


XIX.

Where may the wearied eye repose[4]
When 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![5][6]

  1. Where is that tattered ——.—[MS.]
  2. —— the laurel-circled crest.—[MS.]
  3. [Byron had recently become possessed of a "fine print" (by Raphael Morghen, after Gérard) 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."]
  4. Where may the eye of man repose.—[MS.]
  5. Alas! and must there be but one!—[MS.]
  6. ["The two stanzas which I now send you were, by some mistake, omitted in the copies of Lord Byron's spirited and poetical