Grave Of Bonaparte

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On a lone, barren isle, where the wild, roaring billows 
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Assail the stern rock and the loud tempest raves, 
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The hero lies still where the dew drooping willows 
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Like fond, weeping mourners, lean over his grave 
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     The lightning may flash and the loud thunder rattle. 
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     He eats not, he hears not, he's free from all pain. 
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     He sleeps his last sleep, he has fought his last battle. 
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     No sound can awake him to glory again. 
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     No sound can awake him to glory again. 
 
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Oh shade of the mighty, where now are the legions 
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That rushed but to conquer, when thou ledst them on? 
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Alas, they have perished in far hilly regions, 
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And all, save the fame, of their triumph is gone. 
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     The trumpet may sound and the loud cannon rattle. 
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     They eat not, they hear not, they're free from all pain. 
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     They sleep their last sleep, they have fought their last battle. 
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     No sound can awake them to glory again. 
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     No sound can awake them to glory again. 
 
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Yet, spirit immortal, the tomb cannot bind thee. 
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For like thine own eagle, that soared to the Sun, 
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Thou springest from bondage, and leavest behind thee, 
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A name which, before thee, no mortal had won. 
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     Tho' nations may combat, and war's thunder rattle, 
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     No more on thy steed wilt thou sweep o'er the plain. 
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     Thou sleep'st thy last sleep, thou hast fought thy last battle. 
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     No sound can awake thee to glory again. 
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     No sound can awake thee  to glory again.