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?[ip]

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