Napoleon’s birthday

…from the quills of dead white poets

William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

Calais, August 15, 1802

FESTIVALS have I seen that were not names;

This is young Buonaparté’s natal day,

And his is henceforth an established sway -

Consul for life. With worship France proclaims

Her approbation, and with pomps and games.

Heaven grant that other Cities may be gay!

Calais is not: and I have bent my way

To the sea-coast, noting that each man frames

His business as he likes.

Far other show my youth here witnessed, in a prouder time;

The senselessness of joy was then sublime!

Happy is he, who, caring not for Pope,

Consul, or King, can sound himself to know

The destiny of Man, and live in hope.

About Paul Jacko

Jacko was born in Czechoslovakia not long before the communist putsch in February 1948. He studied industrial chemistry there and left in 1969 for Australia, where he became a lawyer and established his own practice. He has now retired and beside hunting, fishing, camping, prospecting and playing golf he amuses himself by writing.
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