Cold hears thy soul the praise or cursing of posterity. <br />Quit of the human race, thou man of destiny! <br />They only could o'erthrow, who thee did elevate-- <br />Forever thus remains thy greatness great!<br /><br />Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-napoleon-s-death/
