<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=478214" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lines Written On Hearing The News Of The Death Of Napoleon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What! alive and so bold, O Earth?<br>Art thou not overbold?<br>What! leapest thou forth as of old<br>In the light of thy morning mirth,<br>The last of the flock of the starry fold? <br>Ha! leapest thou forth as of old?<br>Are not the limbs still when the ghost is fled,<br>And canst thou move, Napoleon being dead?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How! is not thy quick heart cold?<br>What spark is alive on thy hearth? <br>How! is not HIS death-knell knolled?<br>And livest THOU still, Mother Earth?<br>Thou wert warming thy fingers old<br>O’er the embers covered and cold<br>Of that most fiery spirit, when it fled--<br>What, Mother, do you laugh now he is dead?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Who has known me of old,' replied Earth,<br>'Or who has my story told?<br>It is thou who art overbold.'<br>And the lightning of scorn laughed forth <br>As she sung, 'To my bosom I fold<br>All my sons when their knell is knolled,<br>And so with living motion all are fed,<br>And the quick spring like weeds out of the dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Still alive and still bold,' shouted Earth, <br>'I grow bolder and still more bold.<br>The dead fill me ten thousandfold<br>Fuller of speed, and splendour, and mirth.<br>I was cloudy, and sullen, and cold,<br>Like a frozen chaos uprolled, <br>Till by the spirit of the mighty dead<br>My heart grew warm. I feed on whom I fed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ay, alive and still bold.' muttered Earth,<br>'Napoleon's fierce spirit rolled,<br>In terror and blood and gold,<br>A torrent of ruin to death from his birth.<br>Leave the millions who follow to mould<br>The metal before it be cold;<br>And weave into his shame, which like the dead<br>Shrouds me, the hopes that from his glory fled.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Percy+Bysshe+Shelley">Percy Bysshe Shelley</a><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=478214" data-title="Lines Written On Hearing The News Of The Death Of Napoleon de Percy Bysshe Shelley" data-description="What! alive and so bold, O Earth? Art thou not overbold? What! leapest thou forth as of old In the light of thy morning mirth, The last of the flock of the starry fold? Ha! leapest thou forth as of old? Are not the limbs still when the ghost is f..."></div> </div> </div>

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