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Poem
September 17, 1867
The Charleston Daily News
Charleston, Charleston County, South Carolina
What is this article about?
A poem lamenting Empress Charlotte's despair over the execution of her husband Maximilian in Mexico by Juarez, invoking historical Roman parallels and calling for Austrian vengeance. Originally published in the Londonderry Sentinel, reflecting Irish sympathy for the oppressed.
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The following lines appeared a few weeks ago in the Londonderry Sentinel. They breath the heroic spirit of that noble land, which has always a heart to feel and a hand to avenge the wrongs of the oppressed:
CHARLOTTE. ARCH DUCHESS OF AUSTRIA AND EMPRESS OF MEXICO.
Long heavy sighs come drearily on winds that northward blow
Dim forms around me gliding, amid a grave-like gloom,
And beating, oh, so wearily, my ebbing life-tides flow:
And spectral horror hiding within the haunted room.
The shadows deeper falling from night's approaching wing
While fearful voices calling, upon the dark air ring;
I close my eyes in horror beyond all power to name,
In wild and madd'ning terror I fly from fate in vain.
For now my soul of sadness is like a moonlit hall,
Filled up with scenes of madness, all painted on the wall
As through this ghostly chamber I wander now alone,
Where I must still remember thy name, Napoleon!
Oh, fetch my love, my murdered love, across the billowy sea,
For spirits bear from realms above a fearful tale to me!
Not one not one of Caesar's line has drawn the sword to now; burning
suns will daily shine on Maximilian's grave
The ides of March-the bloody ides—behold, his wounds are red
Yet not by Tiber's yellow tides they dug his narrow bed,
Nor yet by Danube's rolling wave, nor on Sadowa's hill
The Indian laid him in his grave beside the purple rill.
Arise, ye legions from the dead!-will no Octavius now
Avenge the blood Juarez shed, or raise his crownless brow?
Has Austria then no power-the Caesar no command-
That rebels dare the flower of his own "Fatherland?"
I wait, I wait, and anxious rove within this gloomy cell.
That would become a throne of love if he within could dwell.
Ten thousand years I'd gladly spend within the gloomiest well;
With him again my soul to blend-with him from earth to fade.
But now my soul of sadness is like a moonlit hall
Filled up with scenes of madness, all pictured on the wall
And fearful is my weary fate a frenzy born of care-
Oh! God, behold my awful state, and pity my despair
IRELAND.
this wretch has imbrued his hands in the blood of the
Zapotec Indians. Yet Europe looks calmly on, though
*Juarez was born in 1802 of poor parents, miserable
Crosars
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CHARLOTTE. ARCH DUCHESS OF AUSTRIA AND EMPRESS OF MEXICO.
Long heavy sighs come drearily on winds that northward blow
Dim forms around me gliding, amid a grave-like gloom,
And beating, oh, so wearily, my ebbing life-tides flow:
And spectral horror hiding within the haunted room.
The shadows deeper falling from night's approaching wing
While fearful voices calling, upon the dark air ring;
I close my eyes in horror beyond all power to name,
In wild and madd'ning terror I fly from fate in vain.
For now my soul of sadness is like a moonlit hall,
Filled up with scenes of madness, all painted on the wall
As through this ghostly chamber I wander now alone,
Where I must still remember thy name, Napoleon!
Oh, fetch my love, my murdered love, across the billowy sea,
For spirits bear from realms above a fearful tale to me!
Not one not one of Caesar's line has drawn the sword to now; burning
suns will daily shine on Maximilian's grave
The ides of March-the bloody ides—behold, his wounds are red
Yet not by Tiber's yellow tides they dug his narrow bed,
Nor yet by Danube's rolling wave, nor on Sadowa's hill
The Indian laid him in his grave beside the purple rill.
Arise, ye legions from the dead!-will no Octavius now
Avenge the blood Juarez shed, or raise his crownless brow?
Has Austria then no power-the Caesar no command-
That rebels dare the flower of his own "Fatherland?"
I wait, I wait, and anxious rove within this gloomy cell.
That would become a throne of love if he within could dwell.
Ten thousand years I'd gladly spend within the gloomiest well;
With him again my soul to blend-with him from earth to fade.
But now my soul of sadness is like a moonlit hall
Filled up with scenes of madness, all pictured on the wall
And fearful is my weary fate a frenzy born of care-
Oh! God, behold my awful state, and pity my despair
IRELAND.
this wretch has imbrued his hands in the blood of the
Zapotec Indians. Yet Europe looks calmly on, though
*Juarez was born in 1802 of poor parents, miserable
Crosars
tFigurative.
What sub-type of article is it?
Elegy
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
Political
War Military
What keywords are associated?
Charlotte Empress
Maximilian Execution
Juarez Vengeance
Austria Mexico
Elegy Lament
Napoleon Reference
What entities or persons were involved?
Ireland.
Poem Details
Title
Charlotte. Arch Duchess Of Austra And Empress Of Mexico.
Author
Ireland.
Subject
Lament For Maximilian's Execution By Juarez
Key Lines
Not One Not One Of Caesar's Line Has Drawn The Sword To Now; Burning
Suns Will Daily Shine On Maximilian's Grave
Arise, Ye Legions From The Dead! Will No Octavius Now
Avenge The Blood Juarez Shed, Or Raise His Crownless Brow?
Oh! God, Behold My Awful State, And Pity My Despair