|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
| On a lone barren isle, where the wild roaring billows|
Assail the stern rock, and the loud tempests rave,
The hero lies still, while the dew-drooping willows,
Like fond weeping mourners, lean over his grave.
The lightnings may flash and the loud thunders rattle;
He heeds not, he hears not, hes free from all pain;
He sleeps his last sleep, he has fought his last battle;
No sound can awake him to glory again!
| The Grave of Bonaparte. 1 |
| Yet spirit immortal, the tomb can not bind thee,|
But like thine own eagle that soars to the sun
Thou springest from bondage and leavest behind thee
A name which before thee no mortal hath won.
Tho nations may combat, and wars thunders rattle,
No more on thy steed wilt thou sweep oer the plain:
Thou sleepst thy last sleep, thou hast fought thy last battle,
No sound can awake thee to glory again.
| The Grave of Bonaparte.|
This poem attributed to Leonard Heath was set to music by Lyman Heath (18041870). The author is still unknown. [back]