Ode to Napoleon Bonaparte 11

XI

Thine evil deeds are writ in gore,
Nor written thus in vain --
Thy triumphs tell of fame no more,
Or deepen every stain:
If thou hadst died as honour dies,
Some new Napoleon might arise,
To shame the world again --
But who would soar the solar height,
To set in such a starless night?

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824) ByronLong