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Poem by Oscar Wilde


Louis Napoleon


EAGLE of Austerlitz! where were thy wings
When far away upon a barbarous strand,
In fight unequal, by an obscure hand,
Fell the last scion of thy brood of Kings!

Poor boy! thou wilt not flaunt thy cloak of red,
Nor ride in state through Paris in the van
Of thy returning legions, but instead
Thy mother France, free and republican,

Shall on thy dead and crownless forehead place
The better laurels of a soldier's crown,
That not dishonoured should thy soul go down
To tell the mighty Sire of thy race

That France hath kissed the mouth of Liberty,
And found it sweeter than his honied bees,
And that the giant wave Democracy
Breaks on the shores where Kings lay crouched at ease. 



Oscar Wilde


Oscar Wilde's other poems:
  1. Sonnet on Hearing the Dies Irae Sung in the Sistine Chapel
  2. Tristitiae
  3. Salve Saturnia Tellus
  4. Queen Henrietta Maria
  5. Urbs Sacra Æterna


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