The Grave of Bonaparte

Andrews’, Printer, 38 Chatham St., N.Y., Dealer in Songs, Games, Toy Books, Mooto Verses, &c., Wholesale and Retail.

The Grave Of Bonaparte.

On a lone barren isle, where the wild roaring billow,
Assail the stern rock and the loud tempests rave,
The hero lies still, while the dew drooping willow,
Like fond weeping mourners leaned over the grave;
The lightnings may flash and the loud thunders rattle,
He heeds not, he hears not he’s free from all pain,
He sleeps his last sleep, he has fought his last battle,
No sound can awake thee to glory again.
No sound can awake thee to glory again.

Yet spirit immortal, the tomb cannot bind thee
For like thine own eagle that soared to the sun,
Thou springest from bondage, and leav’st behind thee
A name, which before thee no mortal had won.
Though nations may combat, and war’s thunders rattle.
No more on the steed wilt thou sweep o’er the plain,
Thou sleep’st thy last sleep, thou hast fought thy last battle,
No sound can awake thee to glory again.
No sound can awake thee to glory again.

Oh, shade of the mighty, where now are the legions,
That rushed but to conquer when thou led’st them on.
Alas! they have perished in far hilly regions,
And all save the fame of their triumph is gone.
The trumpet may sound, and the loud cannon rattle,
They heed not, they hear not, they’re free from all pain;
They sleep their last sleep, they have fought their last battle;
No sound can awake thee to glory again.
No sound can awake thee to glory again.

Item Information help

  • Item ID
    bsvg200775
  • Genre
    broadsides
  • Illustrated
  • DCMI Type
    Still Image
  • Extent
    24 cm x 15.5 cm
  • Title
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