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I then could go to Carcassonne,
I still could go to Carcassonne.

My God and Father ! pardon me

If this my wish offends ! One sees some hope more high than he, In age as in his infancy,

To which his heart ascends !
My wife, my son, have seen Narbonne,
My grandson went to Perpignan;

But I have not seen Carcassonne,
But I have not seen Carcassonne.

Thus sighed a peasant, bent with age,

Half dreaming in his chair.
I said, “ My friend, come go with me
To-morrow; these thine eyes shall see

Those streets that seem so fair.”
That night there came, for passing soul,
The church bell's low and solemn toll!
He never saw gay Carcassonne.
Who has not known a Carcassonne ?

INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH

CAMP.

ROBERT BROWNING.

You know we French stormed Ratisbon :

A mile or so away,
On a little mound, Napoleon

Stood on our storming-day ;
With neck out-thrust, you fancy how,

Legs wide, arms locked behind,
As if to balance the prone brow,

Oppressive with its mind.

Just as, perhaps, he mused, “ My plans

That soar, to earth may fall, Let once my army-leader Lannes

Waver at yonder wall,”— Out 'twixt the battery-smokes there flew

A rider bound on bound
Full-galloping ; nor bridle drew

Until he reached the mound.

Then off there flung in smiling joy,

And held himself erect
By just his horse's mane, a boy :

You hardly could suspect,
(So tight he kept his lips compressed,

Scarce any blood came through)
You looked twice ere you saw his breast

Was all but shot in two.

“Well,” cried he, “Emperor, by God's grace

We've got you Ratisbon !
The marshal's in the market-place,

And you 'll be there anon
To see your flag-bird flap his vans

Where I, to heart's desire,
Perched him!” The chief's eye flashed; his

plans
Soared up again like fire.

The chief's eye flashed; but presently

Softened itself, as sheathes A film the mother-eagle's eye

When her bruised eaglet breathes : “You 're wounded !” “Nay," his soldier's

pride Touched to the quick, he said : “I'm killed, sire !” And, his chief beside,

Smiling, the boy fell dead.

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