The Poems of Richard Henry Stoddard
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Exult as wildly as ye would have wailed If Caesar had prevailed ! That yesterday you feared him, Whom you to-day despise, Forget, deny ; But be no more deceived by kingly lies, For what he was to all your kings endeared him, As what they are finds favor in your eyes.
Ah, why, why For such as these, and he, will ye still live and die ?
Be just just ! What has he done your rulers would not do ?
What do they care for you, Ye peoples, who in princes put your trust ? What has he done, I say, they ha...ve not done?
Made blood like water run In the dense streets his dread/ul cannon swept, Where France above her slaughtered children wept ? It is a way they have who wear the crown, 12* 274 THE BOOK OF THE EAST.
Your good king shot his loving subjects down ; But, though submissive, brave, They gathered up their dead, And, while they bore them to their honored grave, Compelled him to look on with white, uncovered head ! If this, our Caesar, strode through guilt to power, If in the blood he spilt he built his throne, He did not stand alone, For France was with him in that desperate hour ; For though she might not welcome the strong hand That steered her suddenly from the dangerous shore, Whereon, full driven, she had been wrecked before, And brought her safe to land, She let the helm within his hand remain ; For rent by furious factions, And weary of distractions, She wanted peace again, Demanded peace, the wealth that she had lost, And her old greatness, at whatever cost.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
Exult as wildly as ye would have wailed If Caesar had prevailed ! That yesterday you feared him, Whom you to-day despise, Forget, deny ; But be no more deceived by kingly lies, For what he was to all your kings endeared him, As what they are finds favor in your eyes.
Ah, why, why For such as these, and he, will ye still live and die ?
Be just just ! What has he done your rulers would not do ?
What do they care for you, Ye peoples, who in princes put your trust ? What has he done, I say, they ha...ve not done?
Made blood like water run In the dense streets his dread/ul cannon swept, Where France above her slaughtered children wept ? It is a way they have who wear the crown, 12* 274 THE BOOK OF THE EAST.
Your good king shot his loving subjects down ; But, though submissive, brave, They gathered up their dead, And, while they bore them to their honored grave, Compelled him to look on with white, uncovered head ! If this, our Caesar, strode through guilt to power, If in the blood he spilt he built his throne, He did not stand alone, For France was with him in that desperate hour ; For though she might not welcome the strong hand That steered her suddenly from the dangerous shore, Whereon, full driven, she had been wrecked before, And brought her safe to land, She let the helm within his hand remain ; For rent by furious factions, And weary of distractions, She wanted peace again, Demanded peace, the wealth that she had lost, And her old greatness, at whatever cost.
What to read after The Poems of Richard Henry Stoddard?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Stoddard Richard Henry to read onlineMoreLess
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