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Article A PAGE FROM THE HISTORY OF NAPOLEON.* ← Page 13 of 13 Article SONNET. Page 1 of 1
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A Page From The History Of Napoleon.*
Only you , you come to me to say farewell ; you come to me , proud and scornful as yon alxvays were ; the others—those whom I have overwhelmed xvith favours , dignities , ancl glory—depart without deigmng to salute me . Adieu , Kervegan;—I thank you !" The emperor extended his hand to the young man ; but
, instead of pressing it , he carried it to Ms lips . " O sire !" replied he , " you are mistaken . I came not to take leave . " "Ah ! " rejoined the emperor , what would you , then ?" " Sire , my eldest brother and my mother are with the king . The name of Kervegan remains at court . That is all that is required . I have no wish to go there . "
" Where would you go ? " asked the emperor . " To the Isle of Elba , sire . I came to pray you to permit me to follow you . " A cry escaped Napoleon . " What men ! " murmured he . PONSON DU TEERAIN .
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( FEOAI PETRARCH . ) " Se lamentar augelli , or verdi fronde . " AVhen birds complain , or leaves both green and fair Move ever softly to the summer gale ,
Or waves , xvith murmurs hoarse , swell on the ah ' , AVhich breathes o ' er flowery bank and sylvan dale , I rest awhile , and write my love-fraught tale ; Sweet heart , that heaven shows not , earth hides with care ,
I hear thee , see thee , know , —my sighs prevail : She fives , —she answers from afar my prayer . " Alas ! thou courtest grief , so young in years , " In piteous tones she speaks , " Ah ! wherefore be Thy sad eyes filled with melancholy tears ? My days all happy are , weep not for me ;
In these bless'd realms eternal light appears , — Mine eyes were dim , but now in glory see . " BnAIiSFOBD .
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A Page From The History Of Napoleon.*
Only you , you come to me to say farewell ; you come to me , proud and scornful as yon alxvays were ; the others—those whom I have overwhelmed xvith favours , dignities , ancl glory—depart without deigmng to salute me . Adieu , Kervegan;—I thank you !" The emperor extended his hand to the young man ; but
, instead of pressing it , he carried it to Ms lips . " O sire !" replied he , " you are mistaken . I came not to take leave . " "Ah ! " rejoined the emperor , what would you , then ?" " Sire , my eldest brother and my mother are with the king . The name of Kervegan remains at court . That is all that is required . I have no wish to go there . "
" Where would you go ? " asked the emperor . " To the Isle of Elba , sire . I came to pray you to permit me to follow you . " A cry escaped Napoleon . " What men ! " murmured he . PONSON DU TEERAIN .
Sonnet.
SONNET .
( FEOAI PETRARCH . ) " Se lamentar augelli , or verdi fronde . " AVhen birds complain , or leaves both green and fair Move ever softly to the summer gale ,
Or waves , xvith murmurs hoarse , swell on the ah ' , AVhich breathes o ' er flowery bank and sylvan dale , I rest awhile , and write my love-fraught tale ; Sweet heart , that heaven shows not , earth hides with care ,
I hear thee , see thee , know , —my sighs prevail : She fives , —she answers from afar my prayer . " Alas ! thou courtest grief , so young in years , " In piteous tones she speaks , " Ah ! wherefore be Thy sad eyes filled with melancholy tears ? My days all happy are , weep not for me ;
In these bless'd realms eternal light appears , — Mine eyes were dim , but now in glory see . " BnAIiSFOBD .