ODE ON THE DEATH OF THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON. BY ALFRED TENNYSON, POET LAUREATE. LONDON: EDWARD MOXON, DOVER STREET. 1852. ODE ON THE DEATH OF THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON. I. LET us bury the Great Duke With an empire's lamentation, Let us bury the Great Duke To the noise of the mourning of a mighty nation, When laurel-garlanded leaders fall, And warriors carry the warrior's pall, And sorrow darkens hamlet and hall. II. Where shall we lay the man whom we deplore? Let the sound of those he wrought for, And the feet of those he fought for, Echo round his bones for evermore. III. Lead out the pageant: sad and slow, As fits an universal woe, Let the long long procession go, And let the sorrowing crowd about it grow, And let the mournful martial music blow; The last great Englishman is low. IV. Mourn, for to us he seems the last : Yet freest from ambitious crime, Our greatest yet with least pretence, |