Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . rbid streams of rumour flow 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 Englands Alfred named ; Truth-lover was our English Duke ; Whatever record leap to light He never shall be shamed. VIII. L,o, the leader in these glorious warsNow to glorious burial slowly borne,Followed by the brave of other lands,He, on whom from both her open han

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Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . rbid streams of rumour flow 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 Englands Alfred named ; Truth-lover was our English Duke ; Whatever record leap to light He never shall be shamed. VIII. L,o, the leader in these glorious warsNow to glorious burial slowly borne,Followed by the brave of other lands,He, on whom from both her open handsLavish Honour showerd all her stars,And affluent Fortune emptied all her , let all good things awaitHim who cares not to be as he saves or serves the state. The Duke of Wellington. 307 Not once or twice in our rough island-story,The path of duty was the way to glory :He that walks it, only thirstingFor the right, and learns to deadenLove of self, before his journey closes,He shall find the stubborn thistle bursting.

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