<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116126" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Incident of the French Camp</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You know, we French stormed Ratisbon:<br> A mile or so away,<br>On a little mound, Napoleon<br> Stood on our storming-day;<br>With neck out-thrust, you fancy how,<br> Legs wide, arms locked behind,<br>As if to balance the prone brow<br> Oppressive with its mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just as perhaps he mused, "My plans<br> That soar, to earth may fall,<br>Let once my army-leader Lannes<br> Waver at yonder wall."<br>0ut 'twixt the battery-smokes there flew<br> A rider, bound on bound<br>Full-galloping; nor bridle drew<br> Until he reached the mound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then off there flung in smiling joy,<br> And held himself erect<br>By just his horse's mane, a boy:<br> You hardly could suspect<br>(So tight he kept his lips compressed<br> Scarce any blood came through)<br>You looked twice ere you saw his breast<br> Was all but shot in two.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace<br> "We've got you Ratisbon!<br>"The Marshal's in the market-place,<br> And you'll be there anon<br>To see your flag-bird flap his vans<br> Where I, to heart's desire,<br>Perched him--" The chief's eye flashed; his plans<br> Soared up again like fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The chief's eye flashed, but presently<br> Softened itself, as sheathes<br>A film the mother-eagle's-eye<br> When her bruised eaglet breathes,<br>"You're wounded!" "Nay," the soldier's pride<br> Touched to the quick, he said:<br>"I'm killed, Sire!" And his chief beside,<br> Smiling the boy fell dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Browning">Robert Browning</a> from <i>Cavalier Tunes</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116126" data-title="Incident of the French Camp de Robert Browning" data-description="I/You know, we French stormed Ratisbon:/ A mile or so away,/On a little mound, Napoleon/ Stood on our storming-day;/With neck out-thrust, you fancy how,/ Legs wide, arms locked behind,/As if to balance the prone brow/ Oppressive with its mind./II/..."></div> </div> </div>

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