Poem by George Gordon Byron

On Napoleon's Escape From Elba

Once fairly set out on his party of pleasure,
Taking towns at his liking, and crowns at his leisure,
From Elba to Lyons and Paris he goes,
Making balls for the ladies, and bows tohis foes. 

1. The Spell Is Broke, the Charm Is Flown!
2. To Florence
3. Churchill’s Grave
4. On a Change of Masters at a Great Public School
5. To the Earl of Clare

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