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 "A gulf was Lindenau; and dead Were fifties, hundreds, tens; And every current rippled red With Marshal's blood and men's.

“The smart Macdonald swam therein, And barely won the verge; Bold Poniatowski plunged him in Never to re-emerge.

"Then stayed the strife. The remnants wound Their Rhineward way pell-mell; And thus did Leipzig City sound An Empire's passing bell;

“While in cavalcade, with band and blade, Came Marshals, Princes, Kings: And the town was theirs. . . . Ay, as simple maid, My mother saw these things!