You know, we French stormed Ratisbon:        A mile or so awayOn a little mound, Napoleon        Stood on our storming-day;With neck out-thrust, you fancy how,        Legs wide, arms locked behind,As if to balance the prone brow        Oppressive with its mind. Just as perhaps he mused "My plans         That soar, to earth may fall,Let once my army-leader Lannes         Waver at yonder … Continue reading Poem – “Incident of the French Camp”