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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=540135" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The French Army In Russia, 1812-13</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=540135" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">HUMANITY, delighting to behold<br>A fond reflection of her own decay,<br>Hath painted Winter like a traveller old,<br>Propped on a staff, and, through the sullen day,<br>In hooded mantle, limping o'er the plain,<br>As though his weakness were disturbed by pain:<br>Or, if a juster fancy should allow<br>An undisputed symbol of command,<br>The chosen sceptre is a withered bough,<br>Infirmly grasped within a palsied hand. <br>These emblems suit the helpless and forlorn;<br>But mighty Winter the device shall scorn.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=540135" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For he it was--dread Winter! who beset,<br>Flinging round van and rear his ghastly net,<br>That host, when from the regions of the Pole<br>They shrunk, insane ambition's barren goal--<br>That host, as huge and strong as e'er defied<br>Their God, and placed their trust in human pride!<br>As fathers persecute rebellious sons,<br>He smote the blossoms of their warrior youth; <br>He called on Frost's inexorable tooth<br>Life to consume in Manhood's firmest hold;<br>Nor spared the reverend blood that feebly runs;<br>For why--unless for liberty enrolled<br>And sacred home--ah! why should hoary Age be bold?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=540135" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Fleet the Tartar's reinless steed,<br>But fleeter far the pinions of the Wind,<br>Which from Siberian caves the Monarch freed,<br>And sent him forth, with squadrons of his kind,<br>And bade the Snow their ample backs bestride, <br>And to the battle ride.<br>No pitying voice commands a halt,<br>No courage can repel the dire assault;<br>Distracted spiritless, benumbed, and blind,<br>Whole legions sink--and, in one instant, find<br>Burial and death: look for them--and descry,<br>When morn returns, beneath the clear blue sky,<br>A soundless waste, a trackless vacancy!</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=William+Wordsworth">William Wordsworth</a></strong></div>