I would give the other leg to save it, it took one.
Curse them! Curse them! Aim at his hat.
Give me the stone. Why didnt you give it to me?
I would not have missed. Curse him!
Curse all of them! They have got the `A
Ding! Ding!
I saw the Terror, but I never saw so horrible a thing as this.
`Vive lEmpereur! Vive lEmpereur!
Dont strike him, Fritz.
The mob will rise if you do.
Just run him out to the `quai,
That will get him out of the way.
They are almost through.
Clink! Tink! Ding!
Clear as the sudden ring
Of a bell
Z strikes the pavement.
Farewell, Austerlitz, Tilsit, Presbourg;
Farewell, greatness departed.
Farewell, Imperial honours, knocked broadcast by the beating hammers
of ignorant workmen.
Straight, in the Spring moonlight,
Rises the deflowered arch.
In the silence, shining bright,
She stands naked and unsubdued.
Her marble coldness will endure the march
Of decades.
Rend her bronzes, hammers;
Cast down her inscriptions.
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