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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=473270" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Louis Napoleon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=473270" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">EAGLE of Austerlitz! where were thy wings<br> When far away upon a barbarous strand,<br> In fight unequal, by an obscure hand,<br> Fell the last scion of thy brood of Kings!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=473270" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Poor boy! thou wilt not flaunt thy cloak of red,<br> Nor ride in state through Paris in the van<br> Of thy returning legions, but instead<br> Thy mother France, free and republican,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=473270" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Shall on thy dead and crownless forehead place<br> The better laurels of a soldier's crown,<br> That not dishonoured should thy soul go down<br> To tell the mighty Sire of thy race</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=473270" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> That France hath kissed the mouth of Liberty,<br> And found it sweeter than his honied bees,<br> And that the giant wave Democracy<br> Breaks on the shores where Kings lay crouched at ease.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Oscar+Wilde">Oscar Wilde</a></strong></div>

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