LONDON:

BRADBURY, EVANS, AND CO., PRINTERS, WHITEFRIARS.

ODE ON THE DEATH OF THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON.

135

MAUD.

I.

1.

I HATE the dreadful hollow behind the little

wood,

Its lips in the field above are dabbled with blood

red heath,

The red-ribb'd ledges drip with a silent horror of

blood,

And Echo there, whatever is ask'd her, answers 'Death.'

B