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Robert Browning - Incident Of The French CampRobert Browning - Incident Of The French Camp
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I. You know, we French stormed Ratisbon:   A mile or so away, On a little mound, Napoleon   Stood on our storming-day; With neck out-thrust, you fancy how,   Legs wide, arms locked behind, As if to balance the prone brow   Oppressive with its mind. II. Just as perhaps he mused ``My plans   ``That soar, to earth may fall, ``Let once my army-leader Lannes   ``Waver at yonder wall,``—- Out `twixt the battery-smokes there flew   A rider, bound on bound Full-galloping; nor bridle drew   Until he reached the mound. III. Then off there flung in smiling joy,   And held himself erect By just his horse`s mane, a boy:   You hardly could suspect—- (So tight he kept his lips compressed,   Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast   Was all but shot in two. IV. ``Well,`` cried he, ``Emperor, by God`s grace   ``We`ve got you Ratisbon! ``The Marshal`s in the market-place,   ``And you`ll be there anon ``To see your flag-bird flap his vans   ``Where I, to heart`s desire, ``Perched him!`` The chief`s eye flashed; his plans   Soared up again like fire. V. The chief`s eye flashed; but presently   Softened itself, as sheathes A film the mother-eagle`s eye   When her bruised eaglet breathes; ``You`re wounded!`` ``Nay,`` the soldier`s pride   Touched to the quick, he said: ``I`m killed, Sire!`` And his chief beside   Smiling the boy fell dead.
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