ODE ON THE DEATH OF THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON.

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MAUD.

PART 1.

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