Classic Poem

A FORMER HOUSE WHICH WAS OFFERING THE ABOLITION
OF THE DEATH PENALTY

December 1830

In vain did the murderer wants to dodge the ax
And avenging fire the executioner;
There is no lustral water essangeant this spot.
Iron is removed from the sheath;
Nevertheless, in its place not return the sword
After finding his flank,
And have long dipped
In his bowels in his blood.

It is in vain, when the crowd and God intelligence
Holed reproach to his forehead,
And it is not a threshold where is revenge,
Weighing his sword and affront.
Who uses the sword shall perish by the sword:
Christ debonair said.
Against the murderer everything up,
And all men cursed.

Well! So what was your error, your madness,
Where is your hope rested,
Poor and loose marsh availie a Room,
Removable laws censer?
In vain we tried, a funeral volle,
Caparaçonner your gaiety:
The eye of the people pierced the canvas,
And saw your generosity.

Ah! generosity really circumstance,
Hearts softened well appropriateness!
Ah! really for the good, I like your importance,
I love to find you rested!
You know the respect due to the gentlemen;
True God! you are taught;
To us, that we are ignorant,
Sorry! we had contempt.

It is not in the ranks that seeks victims
Their heads beyond the law;
The same facts for us conspiracies and crimes,
To these gentlemen are exploits.
The court for them so nothing is feared;
There is nothing for men:
The executioner is probably resulted
What hit the plebeian.

Unhappy! ... What did he do?-In the dark misery
He dared to distort a shield. -
Already to seize the judge opens its emissions,
Already poor ... he lived! ...
But regardless of who throws insult on insult
And plagues on the nation,
Including iron supports perjury
Shouting extermination! ...

No, no, it may: Lift up your eyes lay!
See round about the castle,
You see, by the thousands, these clashing shades
Which seem brandished a knife?
A scepter in their hands and their teeth are ground,
They evoke retaliation.
And turning around its prey
Roared a fierce lion.

Berton is! very small at the top of the scale,
Who was brave coward and fell;
Then these four sergeants, hero of La Rochelle,
Then the unfortunate Caron;
Then, all riddled with lead, proud Labedoyere
Faucher, Mouton-Duvernet
And that other thunderbolt of war,
The unfortunate Marshal Ney!

Then learn encor these bloody victims
That saw the fall bow Saint-Denis:
Alas! you avenge our axes were slow,
Martyrs, because your names are blessed!
And who on the forehead with a arreole,
You only regret the death picking,
Farcy Hi! Arcola hello!
Hi heroes of July!

They alone have the right to take the balance
And absolve their assassin;
But death is silent, and counting his silence,
You stroke your purpose.
But when they fell, they shouted vengeance!
You heard scream?
Come a little less kindly,
It takes the death of the murderer!

This is not what your heart is grieving,
Heart where the Corsica has the terror;
At your appointment chased liege homage king
Weep, weep for your King.
You have not lost anything, friend point of lover point
You import our little hero!
Holyrood but laments,
Weep, weep for our tormentors!