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Title: Shrines old and new, and other poems
Year: 1913 (1910s)
Authors: Farmer, Thomas Devey Jermyn
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Publisher: Toronto W. Briggs
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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l state. With suppliant mob, with nations at his feet.This man was crownd Napoleon the Great. In what short space the circle was complete: Weak tyrants slain! A giant in the tyrants seat! 121 SHRINES OLD AND NEW CXLIX. Tho on the seas this tyrant had been checkd,When Britains great unwhippd Commander took Captive his fleet, which Niles dark day had wreckd,Yet his grand army no reserve would brookFrom German, Austrian, Czar or Mameluke; Only those ships Aboukirs shells had hurld,Ships upon which his armyd cast no look, Distant, storm-swept, with Nelsons flag unfurld. Had stood between that Army and a conquerdworld. CL. But hush! we reach th Eglise des Invalides, And underneath her dimly-lighted dome,Frescoed with many Saints, our wandering leads To an encrypted, laurel-circled tomb! O man of destiny, the like of whomNever before had lived, or ever will, Twas mad ambition lured thee to thy doom,Who made and unmade Kings and States untilThe world lay at thy feet, thy sway invincible. 122
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Palace and dome and garden, matchless views,Which winding Seine between her pathway leads. (See page 117.) I SHRINES OLD AND NEW CI.I. Great conqueror of Austerlitzs field! If only then thoudst stayed thy lust of power,Content to see the Czar and Prussian yield; Could there have been foretold to thee the hour When Waterloo should crush the might, the flowerOf France, this tomb, adornd, encrypted, here Kingly might be, not of an exile poor.Nor neath this tomb been brought a prisoners bier,Nor history tell of a great sad, undone career. cui. But, history, thou must not engross my theme, For I would fain on wings of poesy flyTo brighter climes, where days of winter seem To melt in gladness neath a summer sky; Where soft mimosa waves her saffron dyeOn some Rivierian slope, whose balmy air Breathes of the flower and bee, whose summitshighLook over grove and sea and villa rare.And, found this haven for my muse, would lingerthere. 125 SHRINES OLD AND NEW cuii. Till spring once more my home w

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