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ODE ON THE DEATH
THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON.
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, Mourning when their leaders fall, Warriors carry the warriors pall, And sorrow darkens hamlet and hall.
Where shall we lay the man whom we deplore ?
Lead out the pageant : sad and slow,
Mourn, for to us he seems the last,
No more in soldier fashion will he greet
Mourn for the man of long-enduring blood,
The statesman-warrior, moderate, resolute,
Whole in himself, a common good.
Our greatest yet with least pretence,