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Ode On The Death Of The Duke Of Wellington Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Bury the Great Duke	B
With an empire's lamentation	C
Let us bury the Great Duke	B
To the noise of the mourning of a mighty nation	C
Mourning when their leaders fall	D
Warriors carry the warrior's pall	E
And sorrow darkens hamlet and hall	D
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II	-
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Where shall we lay the man whom we deplore	F
Here in streaming London's central roar	F
Let the sound of those he wrought for	F
And the feet of those he fought for	F
Echo round his bones for evermore	F
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III	-
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Lead out the pageant sad and slow	G
As fits an universal woe	G
Let the long long procession go	G
And let the sorrowing crowd about it grow	G
And let the mournful martial music blow	G
The last great Englishman is low	G
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IV	H
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Mourn for to us he seems the last	I
Remembering all his greatness in the past	I
No more in soldier fashion will he greet	J
With lifted hand the gazer in the street	J
O friends our chief state oracle is mute	K
Mourn for the man of long enduring blood	L
The statesman warrior moderate resolute	K
Whole in himself a common good	M
Mourn for the man of amplest influence	N
Yet clearest of ambitious crime	O
Our greatest yet with least pretence	N
Great in council and great in war	F
Foremost captain of his time	O
Rich in saving common sense	N
And as the greatest only are	P
In his simplicity sublime	O
O good gray head which all men knew	C
O voice from which their omens all men drew	C
O iron nerve to true occasion true	C
O fallen at length that tower of strength	Q
Which stood four square to all the winds that blew	C
Such was he whom we deplore	F
The long self sacrifice of life is o'er	R
The great World victor's victor will be seen no more	F
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V	H
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All is over and done	C
Render thanks to the Giver	R
England for thy son	C
Let the bell be toll'd	S
Render thanks to the Giver	R
And render him to the mould	S
Under the cross of gold	S
That shines over city and river	R
There he shall rest for ever	R
Among the wise and the bold	S
Let the bell be toll'd	S
And a reverent people behold	S
The towerwing car the sable steeds	N
Bright let it be with its blazon'd deeds	N
Dark in its funeral fold	S
Let the bell be toll'd	S
And a deeper knell in the heart be knoll'd	S
And the sound of the sorrowing anthem roll'd	S
Thro' the dome of the golden cross	N
And the volleying cannon thunder his loss	N
He knew their voices of old	S
For many a time in many a clime	O
His captain's ear has heard them boom	O
Bellowing victory bellowing doom	O
When he with those deep voices wrought	S
Guarding realms and kings from shame	O
With those deep voices our dead captain taught	S
The tyrant and asserts his claim	O
In that dread sound to the great name	O
Which he has worn so pure of blame	O
In praise and in dispraise the same	O
A man of well attemper'd frame	O
O civic muse to such a name	O
To such a name for ages long	T
To such a name	O
Preserve a broad approach of fame	O
And ever echoing avenues of song	T
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VI	H
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'Who is he that cometh like an honor'd guest	S
With banner and with music with soldier and with priest	S
With a nation weeping and breaking on my rest '	-
Mighty Seaman this is he	H
Was great by land as thou by sea	H
Thine island loves thee well thou famous man	C
The greatest sailor since our world began	C
Now to the roll of muffled drums	N
To thee the greatest soldier comes	N
For this is he	H
Was great by land as thou by sea	H
His foes were thine he kept us free	H
O give him welcome this is he	H
Worthy of our gorgeous rites	N
And worthy to be laid by thee	H
For this is England's greatest son	C
He that gain'd a hundred fights	N
Nor ever lost an English gun	C
This is he that far away	U
Against the myriads of Assaye	V
Clash'd with his fiery few and won	C
And underneath another sun	C
Warring on a later day	U
Round affrighted Lisbon drew	C
The treble works the vast designs	N
Of his labor'd rampart lines	N
Where he greatly stood at bay	U
Whence he issued forth anew	C
And ever great and greater grew	C
Beating from the wasted vines	N
Back to France her banded swarms	N
Back to France with countless blows	N
Till o'er the hills her eagles flew	C
Beyond the Pyrenean pines	N
Follow'd up in valley and glen	C
With blare of bugle clamor of men	C
Roll of cannon and clash of arms	N
And England pouring on her foes	N
Such a war had such a close	N
Again their ravening eagle rose	N
In anger wheel'd on Europe shadowing wings	N
And barking for the thrones of kings	N
Till one that sought but Duty's iron crown	C
On that loud Sabbath shook the spoiler down	C
A day of onsets of despair	W
Dash'd on every rocky square	W
Their surging charges foam'd themselves away	U
Last the Prussian trumpet blew	C
Thro' the long tormented air	W
Heaven flash'd a sudden jubilant ray	U
And down we swept and charged and overthrew	C
So great a soldier taught us there	W
What long enduring hearts could do	C
In that world earthquake Waterloo	C
Mighty Seaman tender and true	C
And pure as he from taint of craven guile	X
O saviour of the silver coasted isle	X
O shaker of the Baltic and the Nile	X
If aught of things that here befall	D
Touch a spirit among things divine	C
If love of country move thee there at all	D
Be glad because his bones are laid by thine	C
And thro' the centuries let a people's voice	N
In full acclaim	O
A people's voice	N
The proof and echo of all human fame	O
A people's voice when they rejoice	N
At civic revel and pomp and game	O
Attest their great commander's claim	O
With honor honor honor honor to him	O
Eternal honor to his name	O
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VII	H
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A people's voice we are a people yet	S
Tho' all men else their nobler dreams forget	S
Confused by brainless mobs and lawless Powers	N
Thank Him who isled us here and roughly set	S
His Briton in blown seas and storming showers	N
We have a voice with which to pay the debt	S
Of boundless love and reverence and regret	S
To those great men who fought and kept it ours	N
And keep it ours O God from brute control	Y
O Statesmen guard us guard the eye the soul	Y
Of Europe keep our noble England whole	Y
And save the one true seed of freedom sown	C
Betwixt a people and their ancient throne	C
That sober freedom out of which there springs	N
Our loyal passion for our temperate kings	N
For saving that ye help to save mankind	S
Till public wrong be crumbled into dust	S
And drill the raw world for the march of mind	S
Till crowds at length be sane and crowns be just	S
But wink no more in slothful overtrust	S
Remember him who led your hosts	N
He bade you guard the sacred coasts	N
Your cannons moulder on the seaward wall	D
His voice is silent in your council hall	D
For ever and whatever tempests lour	Z
For ever silent even if they broke	A2
In thunder silent yet remember all	D
He spoke among you and the Man who spoke	A2
Who never sold the truth to serve the hour	R
Nor palter'd with Eternal God for power	R
Who let the turbid streams of rumor flow	G
Thro' either babbling world of high and low	G
Whose life was work whose language rife	H
With rugged maxims hewn from life	H
Who never spoke against a foe	G
Whose eighty winters freeze with one rebuke	B
All great self seekers trampling on the right	S
Truth teller was our England's Alfred named	S
Truth lover was our English Duke	B
Whatever record leap to light	S
He never shall be shamed	S
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VIII	G
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Lo the leader in these glorious wars	N
Now to glorious burial slowly borne	C
Follow'd by the brave of other lands	N
He on whom from both her open hands	N
Lavish Honor shower'd all her stars	N
And affluent Fortune emptied all her horn	C
Yea let all good things await	S
Him who cares not to be great	S
But as he saves or serves the state	S
Not once or twice in our rough island story	H
The path of duty was the way to glory	H
He that walks it only thirsting	B
For the right and learns to deaden	C
Love of self before his journey closes	N
He shall find the stubborn thistle bursting	B
Into glossy purples which outredden	C
All voluptuous garden roses	N
Not once or twice in our fair island story	H
The path of duty was the way to glory	H
He that ever following her commands	N
On with toil of heart and knees and hands	N
Thro' the long gorge to the far light has won	C
His path upward and prevail'd	S
Shall find the toppling crags of Duty scaled	S
Are close upon the shining table lands	N
To which our God Himself is moon and sun	C
Such was he his work is done	C
But while the races of mankind endure	B2
Let his great example stand	S
Colossal seen of every land	S
And keep the soldier firm the statesman pure	B2
Till in all lands and thro' all human story	H
The path of duty be the way to glory	H
And let the land whose hearths he saved from shame	O
For many and many an age proclaim	O
At civic revel and pomp and game	O
And when the long illumined cities flame	O
Their ever loyal iron leader's fame	O
With honor honor honor honor to him	O
Eternal honor to his name	O
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IX	N
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Peace his triumph will be sung	B
By some yet unmoulded tongue	B
Far on in summers that we shall not see	N
Peace it is a day of pain	C
For one about whose patriarchal knee	N
Late the little children clung	B
O peace it is a day of pain	C
For one upon whose hand and heart and brain	C
Once the weight and fate of Europe hung	B
Ours the pain be his the gain	C
More than is of man's degree	N
Must be with us watching here	C2
At this our great solemnity	N
Whom we see not we revere	D2
We revere and we refrain	C
From talk of battles loud and vain	C
And brawling memories all too free	N
For such a wise humility	N
As befits a solemn fane	C
We revere and while we hear	C2
The tides of Music's golden sea	N
Setting toward eternity	N
Uplifted high in heart and hope are we	N
Until we doubt not that for one so true	C
There must be other nobler work to do	C
Than when he fought at Waterloo	C
And Victor he must ever be	N
For tho' the Giant Ages heave the hill	E2
And break the shore and evermore	F
Make and break and work their will	E2
Tho' world on world in myriad myriads roll	Y
Round us each with different powers	N
And other forms of life than ours	N
What know we greater than the soul	Y
On God and Godlike men we build our trust	S
Hush the Dead March wails in the people's ears	N
The dark crowd moves and there are sobs and tears	N
The black earth yawns the mortal disappears	N
Ashes to ashes dust to dust	S
He is gone who seem'd so great	S
Gone but nothing can bereave him	O
Of the force he made his own	C
Being here and we believe him	O
Something far advanced in State	S
And that he wears a truer crown	C
Than any wreath that man can weave him	O
Speak no more of his renown	C
Lay your earthly fancies down	C
And in the vast cathedral leave him	O
God accept him Christ receive him	O