Ode to Napoleon Bonaparte 09

IX

But thou -- from thy reluctant hand
The thunderbolt is wrung --
Too late thou leav'st the high command
To which thy weakness clung;
All Evil Spirit as thou art,
It is enough to grieve the heart
To see thine own unstrung;
To think that God's fair world hath been
The footstool of a thing so mean;

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824) ByronLong