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Pages 164-167




IVAN THE CZAR.*[1]

BY MRS. HEMANS.


He sat in silence on the ground,
    The old and haughty Czar;
Lonely, though princes girt him round,
    And leaders of the war:
He had cast his jewelled sabre,
    That many a field had won
To the earth beside his youthful dead,
    His fair and first-born son.

With a robe of ermine for its bed,
    Was laid that form of clay,
Where the light a stormy sunset shed,
    Through the rich tent made way:

  1. * Ivan le Terrible, etant deja devenu Vieux, assiegoit Novogorod. Les Boyards, le voyant affoibli, lui demanderent s'il ne voulait pas donner le commandement de l'assaut a son fils. Sa fureur fut si grande a cette proposition, que rien ne put l'apaiser: son fils se prosterna a ses pieds; il le repousa avec un coup d'une telle violence, que deux jours apres le malbeureux en mourut. Le pere, alors au desespoir, devint indifferent a la guerre comme au pouvoir, et ne survecut que peu de mois a son fils. Dix Annees d'Exil, par Mad. de Stael.