On Napoleon's Death
Cold hears thy soul the praise or cursing of posterity.
Quit of the human race, thou man of destiny!
They only could o'erthrow, who thee did elevate--
Forever thus remains thy greatness great!
poem by Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov
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