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And Death of His Highness Ensuing the Same	A
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We must resign Heaven his great soul does claim	A
In storms as loud as his immortal fame	A
His dying groans his last breath shakes our isle	B
And trees uncut fall for his funeral pile	B
About his palace their broad roots are tossed	C
Into the air So Romulus was lost	C
New Rome in such a tempest missed her king	D
And from obeying fell to worshipping	D
On Oeta's top thus Hercules lay dead	E
With ruined oaks and pines about him spread	E
The poplar too whose bough he wont to wear	F
On his victorious head lay prostrate there	F
Those his last fury from the mountain rent	G
Our dying hero from the continent	H
Ravished whole towns and forts from Spaniards reft	H
As his last legacy to Britain left	H
The ocean which so long our hopes confined	H
Could give no limits to his vaster mind	H
Our bounds' enlargement was his latest toil	I
Nor hath he left us prisoners to our isle	B
Under the tropic is our language spoke	J
And part of Flanders hath received our yoke	J
From civil broils he did us disengage	K
Found nobler objects for our martial rage	K
And with wise conduct to his country showed	H
Their ancient way of conquering abroad	H
Ungrateful then if we no tears allow	L
To him that gave us peace and empire too	H
Princes that feared him grieve concerned to see	M
No pitch of glory from the grave is free	M
Nature herself took notice of his death	N
And sighing swelled the sea with such a breath	N
That to remotest shores her billows rolled	H
The approaching fate of her great ruler told	H

Edmund Waller

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