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Robert Browning
Posted by: Glenda (205.188.208.---)
Date: October 09, 2002 11:52PM

I need help interpreting his Bishop St. Praxed poem.....


Re: Robert Browning
Posted by: Hugh Clary (12.91.173.---)
Date: October 10, 2002 12:04PM


Re: Robert Browning
Posted by: Veronica Williams (---.prtc.net)
Date: October 16, 2002 05:45PM

I need help analizing his poem: "My last dutches"


Re: Robert Browning
Posted by: Pam Adams (---.csupomona.edu)
Date: October 16, 2002 07:52PM

Try this link and see if it helps.

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pam


Re: Robert Browning
Posted by: Ela Saha (---.maa.sify.net)
Date: October 29, 2002 03:12PM

Please help me with a detailed discussion of 'The Incident of the French Camp' & a few lines on Robert Browning himself.


Re: Robert Browning
Posted by: Ela Saha (---.maa.sify.net)
Date: October 29, 2002 03:17PM

Please help me with a detailed discussion of 'The Incident of the French Camp'& a few lines on Browning.


Re: Robert Browning
Posted by: Pam Adams (---.bus.csupomona.edu)
Date: October 30, 2002 01:18PM

I'm not sure that I understand. Do you want others to discuss the poem for you, while you sit back and watch?

This poem seems fairly straightforward. Napoleon is seen as a somewhat heroic, or at least non-evil figure, which is interesting, since Browning was a British writer.

pam

Incident of the French Camp

You know, we French stormed Ratisbon:
A mile or so away
On 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 a yonder wall," --
Out 'twixt the battery-smokes there flew
A rider, bound on bound
Full-galloping; nor bridle drew
Until he reached the mound.

Then off there flung in smiling joy,
And held himself erect
By just his horse's mane, a boy:
You hardly could suspect --
(So tight he kept his lips compressed,
Scarce any blood came through)
You looked twice ere you saw his breast
Was all but shot in two.

"Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace
We've got you Ratisbon!
The Marshal's in the market-place,
And you'll be there anon
To see your flag-bird flap his vans
Where I, to heart's desire,
Perched him!" The chief's eye flashed; his plans
Soared up again like fire.

The chief's eye flashed; but presently
Softened itself, as sheathes
A film the mother-eagle's eye
When her bruised eaglet breathes:
"You're wounded!" "Nay", the soldier's pride
Touched to quick, he said:
"I'm killed, Sire!" And his chief beside,
Smiling the boy fell dead.

-- Robert Browning


Re: Robert Browning
Posted by: Hugh Clary (---.washington-36rh15rt.dc.dial-access.att.net)
Date: October 31, 2002 12:08PM


The only time Napoleon himself was ever wounded, if memory serves, not to say that has anything to do with the poem.

[www.napoleonguide.com]


Re: Robert Browning
Posted by: Pam Adams (---.csupomona.edu)
Date: October 31, 2002 12:32PM

Shot in the foot, huh?

pam




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