Here you will find the Poem Napoleon the Little of poet Victor Marie Hugo
How well I knew this stealthy wolf would howl When in the eagle talons ta'en in air! A-glow, I snatched thee from thy prey, fowl! I held thee, abject conqueror, just where All see the stigma of a fitting name As deeply red as deeply black's thy shame! And though thy matchless impudence may frame Some mask of seeming courage, spite thy sneear (And thou assurest sloth and skunk, 'It does not hurt!') Thou feel'st it burning, in and in; and Fear Says, 'None forget it till shall hide congenial dirt!'
