ON NAPOLEON'S DEATH
Martha Dickinson Bianchi translation
Cold hears thy soul the praise or cursing of posterity. Quit of the human race, thou man of destiny! They only could o'erthrow, who thee did elevate— Forever thus remains thy greatness great!
Martha Dickinson Bianchi translation
Cold hears thy soul the praise or cursing of posterity. Quit of the human race, thou man of destiny! They only could o'erthrow, who thee did elevate— Forever thus remains thy greatness great!