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ALFRED TENNYSON bell be toll'd Bellowing blew blood blow bones BRADBURY cannon captain civic revel claim close copy cross crowd crown darkening day of pain DEATH deep voices deplore DOVER STREET DUKE OF WELLINGTON eagle Echo Edition England English Eternal honour Europe fame Follow'd fought freedom friends Giver glorious glory golden Gone greatest guard heart host iron island-story kings knee knew laid land as thou leader Let the bell Let us bury LONDON long-enduring loud Love martial Mighty seaman Mourn MOXON myriads never nobler once or twice path of duty Peace people's voice Perchance POET LAUREATE pomp and game Powers prevail'd PRINTERS pure remember Render thanks revel and pomp revere roll Round shame shines silent soldier solemn sorrow soul sound spoke taught thee Thine things thou by sea Thro throne thunder tower true Victor Waterloo wise worlds worse Worthy wrappers wrought
Page 14 - Not once or twice in our rough island-story. The path of duty was the way to glory : He that walks it, only thirsting For the right, and learns to deaden Love of self, before his journey closes, He shall find the stubborn thistle bursting Into glossy purples, which out-redden All voluptuous garden-roses.
Page 13 - Thro' either babbling world of high and low; Whose life was work, whose language rife With rugged maxims hewn from life; Who never spoke against a foe; Whose eighty winters freeze with one rebuke All great self-seekers trampling on the right : Truth-teller was our England's Alfred named ; Truth-lover was our English Duke; Whatever record leap to light He never shall be shamed.
Page 16 - He is gone who seem'd so great. Gone; but nothing can bereave him Of the force he made his own Being here, and we believe him Something far advanced in State, And that he wears a truer crown Than any wreath that man can weave him.
Page 10 - In anger, wheel'd on Europe-shadowing wings; And barking for the thrones of kings ; Till one that sought but Duty's iron crown On that loud sabbath shook the spoiler down ; A day of onsets of despair ! Dash'd on every rocky square. Their surging charges foam'd themselves away ; Last, the Prussian trumpet blew ; Thro' the long-tormented air Heaven flash 'da sudden jubilant ray, And down we swept and charged and overthrew.
Page 15 - We revere, and while we hear The tides of Music's golden sea Setting toward eternity, Uplifted high in heart and hope are we, Until we doubt not that for one so true There must be other nobler work to do Than when he fought at Waterloo, And Victor he must ever be. For tho...
Page 6 - Mourn for the man of long-enduring blood, The statesman-warrior, moderate, resolute, Whole in himself, a common good. Mourn for the man of amplest influence, Yet clearest of ambitious crime, Our greatest yet with least pretence, Great in council and great in war, Foremost captain of his time, Rich in saving common-sense, And, as the greatest only are, In his simplicity sublime.
Page 14 - The path of duty was the way to glory : He, that ever following her commands, On with toil of heart and knees and hands, Thro...
Page 5 - 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 warrior's pall, And sorrow darkens hamlet and hall.
Page 8 - Bellowing victory, bellowing doom. When he with those deep voices wrought, Guarding realms and kings from shame, With those deep voices our dead captain taught The tyrant, and asserts his claim...