Napoleon "the Little."

 ("Ah! tu finiras bien par hurler!") 
 
 {Bk. III. ii., Jersey, August, 1852.} 


 How well I knew this stealthy wolf would howl, 
 When in the eagle talons ta'en in air! 
 Aglow, I snatched thee from thy prey—thou fowl— 
 I held thee, abject conqueror, just where 
 All see the stigma of a fitting name 
 As deeply red as deeply black thy shame! 
 And though thy matchless impudence may frame 
 Some mask of seeming courage—spite thy sneer, 
 And thou assurest sloth and skunk: "It does not smart!" 
 Thou feel'st it burning, in and in,—and fear 
 None will forget it till shall fall the deadly dart! 


 

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