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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529539" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Leipzig</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">"OLD Norbert with the flat blue cap--<br> A German said to be--<br> Why let your pipe die on your lap,<br> Your eyes blink absently?"--</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> --"Ah!... Well, I had thought till my cheek was wet<br> Of my mother--her voice and mien<br> When she used to sing and pirouette,<br> And touse the tambourine</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "To the march that yon street-fiddler plies;<br> She told me 'twas the same<br> She'd heard from the trumpets, when the Allies<br> Her city overcame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "My father was one of the German Hussars,<br> My mother of Leipzig; but he,<br> Long quartered here, fetched her at close of the wars,<br> And a Wessex lad reared me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "And as I grew up, again and again<br> She'd tell, after trilling that air,<br> Of her youth, and the battles on Leipzig plain<br> And of all that was suffered there!...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "--'Twas a time of alarms. Three Chiefs-at-arms<br> Combined them to crush One,<br> And by numbers' might, for in equal fight<br> He stood the matched of none.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Carl Schwartzenburg was of the plot,<br> And Blücher, prompt and prow,<br> And Jean the Crown-Prince Bernadotte:<br> Buonaparte was the foe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "City and plain had felt his reign<br> From the North to the Middle Sea,<br> And he'd now sat down in the noble town<br> Of the King of Saxony.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "October's deep dew its wet gossamer threw<br> Upon Leipzig's lawns, leaf-strewn,<br> Where lately each fair avenue<br> Wrought shade for summer noon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "To westward two dull rivers crept<br> Through miles of marsh and slough,<br> Whereover a streak of whiteness swept--<br> The Bridge of Lindenau.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Hard by, in the City, the One, care-crossed,<br> Gloomed over his shrunken power;<br> And without the walls the hemming host<br> Waxed denser every hour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "He had speech that night on the morrow's designs<br> With his chiefs by the bivouac fire,<br> While the belt of flames from the enemy's lines<br> Flared nigher him yet and nigher.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Three sky-lights then from the girdling trine<br> Told, 'Ready!' As they rose<br> Their flashes seemed his Judgment-Sign<br> For bleeding Europe's woes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "'Twas seen how the French watch-fires that night<br> Glowed still and steadily;<br> And the Three rejoiced, for they read in the sight<br> That the One disdained to flee....</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "--Five hundred guns began the affray<br> On next day morn at nine;<br> Such mad and mangling cannon-play<br> Had never torn human line.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Around the town three battle beat,<br> Contracting like a gin;<br> As nearer marched the million feet<br> Of columns closing in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "The first battle nighed on the low Southern side;<br> The second by the Western way;<br> The nearing of the third on the North was heard;<br> --The French held all at bay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Against the first band did the Emperor stand;<br> Against the second stood Ney;<br> Marmont against the third gave the order-word:<br> --Thus raged it throughout the day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Fifty thousand sturdy souls on those trampled plains and knolls,<br> Who met the dawn hopefully,<br> And were lotted their shares in a quarrel not theirs,<br> Dropt then in their agony.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "'O,' the old folks said, 'ye Preachers stern!<br> O so-called Christian time!<br> When will men's swords to ploughshares turn?<br> When come the promised prime?'...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "--The clash of horse and man which that day began,<br> Closed not as evening wore;<br> And the morrow's armies, rear and van,<br> Still mustered more and more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "From the City towers the Confederate Powers<br> Were eyed in glittering lines,<br> And up from the vast a murmuring passed<br> As from a wood of pines.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "''Tis well to cover a feeble skill<br> By numbers!' scoffèd He;<br> 'But give me a third of their strength, I'd fill<br> Half Hell with their soldiery!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "All that day raged the war they waged,<br> And again dumb night held reign,<br> Save that ever upspread from the dark death-bed<br> A miles-wide pant of pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Hard had striven brave Ney, the true Bertrand,<br> Victor, and Augereau,<br> Bold Poniatowski, and Lauriston,<br> To stay their overthrow;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "But, as in the dream of one sick to death<br> There comes a narrowing room<br> That pens him, body and limbs and breath,<br> To wait a hideous doom,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "So to Napoleon, in the hush<br> That held the town and towers<br> Through these dire nights, a creeping crush<br> Seemed inborne with the hours.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "One road to the rearward, and but one,<br> Did fitful Chance allow;<br> 'Twas where the Pleiss' and Elster run--<br> The Bridge of Lindenau.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "The nineteenth dawned. Down street and Platz<br> The wasted French sank back,<br> Stretching long lines across the Flats<br> And on the bridge-way track;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "When there surged on the sky on earthen wave,<br> And stones, and men, as though<br> Some rebel churchyard crew updrave<br> Their sepulchres from below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "To Heaven is blown Bridge Lindenau;<br> Wrecked regiments reel therefrom;<br> And rank and file in masses plough<br> The sullen Elster-Strom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "A gulf was Lindenau; and dead<br> Were fifties, hundreds, tens;<br> And every current rippled red<br> With Marshal's blood and men's.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "The smart Macdonald swam therein,<br> And barely won the verge;<br> Bold Poniatowski plunged him in<br> Never to re-emerge.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Then stayed the strife. The remnants wound<br> Their Rhineward way pell-mell;<br> And thus did Leipzig City sound<br> An Empire's passing bell;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "While in cavalcade, with band and blade,<br> Came Marshals, Princes, Kings;<br> And the town was theirs.... Ay, as simple maid,<br> My mother saw these things!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "And whenever those notes in the street begin,<br> I recall her, and that far scene,<br> And her acting of how the Allies marched in,<br> And her touse of the tambourine!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Hardy">Thomas Hardy</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=529539" data-title="Leipzig de Thomas Hardy" data-description=""OLD Norbert with the flat blue cap-- A German said to be-- Why let your pipe die on your lap, Your eyes blink absently?"-- --"Ah!... 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