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SONNET. IV. TO THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON.

1834.

I' the breach thou stand'st in daring high and proud,
Mark of all Arrows—with their treacherous aim,
Thou—that hast done such deeds as gild thy name
Beyond all increase!—but the unworthy crowd
Too oft forget their debts, and clamour loud
Their loose condemnings—their light, reckless blame—
Thou!—that hast done deeds that had given to Fame
An hundred thousand names! thou hast not allowed
That plea unto thyself to turn away
From difficulties which but seem the more
To fan the fires—that never should decay,
In thy high breast of virtuous zeal—i' the core
Of thy heart's strength! and still from day to day
To urge thee more to oppose, those waves that know no shore!