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Lives there who with unhallow'd hand would tear	A
One leaf from that immortal wreath which shades	B
The Hero's living brow or decks his urn	C
Breathes there who does not triumph in the thought	D
That Nelson's language is his mother tongue	E
And that St Vincent's country is his own	F
Oh these bright guerdons of renown are won	G
By means most palpable to sense and sight	H
By days of peril and by nights of toil	I
By Valour's long probation closed at last	J
In Victory's arms consummated and seal'd	K
In deathless Glory and immortal Fame	L
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Musing I stand upon his lowly grave	M
Who though he fought no battle though he pour'd	N
No hostile thunders on his country's foes	O
Achieved for Britain triumphs less array'd	P
In pomp and circumstance nor visible	Q
To vulgar gaze the triumphs of the Mind	R
He nursed the elements of courage he	S
Supplied the aliment that feeds and guides	T
The daring spirit to its high emprise	U
A nation's moral energies by him	V
Directed found a nobler end and aim	L
He gave that high discriminating tone	F
That marks the Brave from mercenary tools	W
Features that separate a British Crew	X
From hireling bravoes and from pirate hordes	Y
And yet no marble marks the spot where lies	U
The dust of DIBDIN no inscription speaks	Z
A Nation's gratitude a Bard's desert	A2
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The youthful Sailor on his midnight watch	B2
Fixing his gaze upon the tranquil moon	C2
Felt his heart soften as the thoughts of home	D2
Rush'd on his faithful memory then it was	E2
In language meet and in appropriate strains	F2
Strains which thy lyre had taught him he pour'd forth	G2
The feelings of his soul and all was calm	H2
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Thy Spirit still presides in that carouse	I2
When to the Far away the toast is given	G
And absent Wives and Sweethearts claim their right	H
With Woman's constancy thy songs are rife	J2
And this pure creed still teaches Man t' endure	K2
Privations danger and each form of death	L2
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When not a breath responded to the call	M2
And Seamen whistled to the winds in vain	N2
When the loose canvass droop'd in lazy folds	O2
And idle pennants dangled from the mast	J
There in that trying moment thou wert found	P2
To teach the hardest lesson man can learn	C
Passive endurance and the breeze has sprung	E
As if obedient to the voice of Song	Q2
And yet unhonour'd here thy ashes lie	R2
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A nobler lesson learn'd the gallant Tar	S2
From his Orphean lyre to temper right	H
The lion's courage with the attributes	T2
That to the gentle and the meek belong	Q2
O'er fallen foes to check the eye of fire	U2
O'er fallen foes to soften heart of oak	V2
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He turn'd the Fatalist's rash eye to Him	V
In whom the issues are of life and death	L2
He taught to whom the battle is to whom	W2
The victory belongs His cherub that aloft	X2
Kept sleepless watch was Providence not Chance	Y2
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And yet no honours are decreed for him	V
Friend of the Brave thy memory cannot die	R2
Th'inquiring voice that eagerly demands	Z2
Where rest thy ashes shall preserve thy fame	L
Thine immortality thyself hast wrought	D
Familiar as the terms of art thy verse	A3
Thine own peculiar words are still the mode	B3
In which the Seaman aptly would express	C3
His honest passions and his manly thoughts	D3
His feelings kindle at thy burning words	E3
Which speak his duty in the battle's front	F3
His parting whisper to the maid he loves	G3
Is breathed in eloquence he learned from thee	S
Thou art his Oracle in every mood	H3
His trump of victory his lyre of love	I3

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