A poem about Napoleon Bonaparte's conquest of Europe and half of the globe.
At Austerlitz I two nations vanquished; making me historically distinguished. At Marengo I had Austria subdued; then I was to honour undoubtedly glued. At the Pyramids, Mamluks kissed the sands; then like a French Pharaoh I annexed their lands. At Jena-Auerstadt, Prussia to her knees fell, to avoid carnage, and possibly hell. At Borodino, Kutuzov my boots licked, as his Russian forces had their arses kicked. At Ligny, Blucher like a coward fled, as his smitten forces profusely bled. At Toulon I first distinguished myself for a career that would exalt oneself. Rolica, Leipzig, Waterloo like curses came, but history will forever my triumphs reclaim.
That little Emperor reminds me of some modern day egotistical fallen bastards, almost too numerous to mention. I have read that when he was in Egypt he used the Spinks for target practice with his cannons, blowing the nose off that ancient landmark--disgusting.
This is the story of the author’s great great grandparents, Edward Lewis and Sarah Crosby, who were convicts transported to Van Diemen’s Land in the 1840s. It is told from the perspective of a detective agency searching for what happened to Edward, w
325 letters my father wrote to my mother during his time in World War II.
Woven together in a timeline of events of three of his brothers, 5 brothers-in-law, and one cousin, all 10 of them were in WWII at the same time.
A work in American history and existentialism Which is an Invitation to connect and create the dots in your life to other revolutions like the Cuban Revolution.
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