"I have a state-coach at Carlton House, A chariot in Seymour-place;[35] 20 But they're lent to two friends, who make me amends By driving my favourite pace: And they handle their reins with such a grace, I have something for both at the end of the race. 4. "So now for the earth to take my chance," Then up to the earth sprung he; And making a jump from Moscow to France, He stepped across the sea, And rested his hoof on a turnpike road, No very great way from a Bishop's abode.[36] 30 5. But first as he flew, I forgot to say, That he hovered a moment upon his way, To look upon Leipsic plain; And so sweet to his eye was its sulphury glare, And so soft to his ear was the cry of despair, That he perched on a mountain of slain; And he gazed with delight from its growing height, Nor often on earth had he seen such a sight, Nor his work done half as well: For the field ran so red with the blood of the dead, 40 That it blushed like the waves of Hell! Then loudly, and wildly, and long laughed he: "Methinks they have little need here of _me_!" 6. Long he looked down on the hosts of each clime, While the warriors hand to hand were-- Gaul--Austrian and Muscovite heroes sublime, And--(Muse of Fitzgerald arise with a rhyme!) A quantity of _Landwehr_![37] Gladness was there, For the men of all might and the monarchs of earth, 50 There met for the wolf and the worm to make mirth, And a feast for the fowls of the Air! 7. But he turned aside and looked from the ridge Of hills along the river, And the best thing he saw was a broken bridge,[38] Which a Corporal chose to shiver; Though an Emperor's taste was displeased with his haste, The Devil he thought it clever; And he laughed again in a lighter strain, O'er the torrent swoln and rainy, 60 When he saw "on a fiery steed" Prince Pon, In taking care of Number _One_-- Get drowned with a great _many_! 8. But the softest note that soothed his ear Was the sound of a widow sighing; And the sweetest sight was the icy tear, Which Horror froze in the blue eye clear Of a maid by her lover lying-- As round her fell her long fair hair, And she looked to Heaven with that frenzied air 70 Which seemed to ask if a God were there! And stretched by the wall of a ruined hut, With its hollow cheek, and eyes half shut, A child of Famine dying: And the carnage _begun_, when _resistance_ is done, And the fall of the vainly flying!