Cuộc hành hương của chàng hiệp sĩ Childe Harolds - Khúc thứ ba (18) Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage - Canto III (18)

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage - Canto III (18)

And Harold stands upon this place of skulls,
The grave of France, the deadly Waterloo;
How in an hour the power which gave annuls
Its gifts, transferring fame as fleeting too!
In `pride of place’ here last the eagle flew,
Then tore with bloody talon the rent plain,
Pierced by the shaft of banded nations through;
Ambition’s life and labours all were vain;
He wears the shatter’d links of the world’s broken chain.