4.

She told me all her friends had said;
I raged against the public liar;
She talk'd as if her love were dead,

But in my words were seeds of fire. No more of love; your sex is known: I never will be twice deceived. Henceforth I trust the man alone,

The woman cannot be believed.

5.

'Thro' slander, meanest spawn of Hell

(And women's slander is the worst),

And you, whom once I loved so well,

Thro' you, my life will be accurst.' I spoke with heart, and heat and force,

I shook her breast with vague alarms Like torrents from a mountain source

We rush'd into each other's arms.

6.

We parted sweetly gleam'd the stars,
And sweet the vapor-braided blue,
Low breezes fann'd the belfry bars,

As homeward by the church I drew.
The very graves appear'd to smile,

So fresh they rose in shadow'd swells; Dark porch,' I said, 'and silent aisle,

There comes a sound of marriage bells.'

ODE ON THE DEATH

OF

THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON.

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ODE ON THE DEATH

OF

THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON.

BURY the Great Duke

1.

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.