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IV.
Rear high the monumental stone!—
To other days, as to his own,
Belong the Hero's deathless deeds,
Who greatly lives, who bravely bleeds.
To other days, as to his own,
Belong the Hero's deathless deeds,
Who greatly lives, who bravely bleeds.
Not to a petty point of time
Or space, but wide to every clime
And age, his glorious fall bequeaths
Valour's sword, and victory's wreaths.
Or space, but wide to every clime
And age, his glorious fall bequeaths
Valour's sword, and victory's wreaths.
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The rude but pious care of yore
Heap'd o'er the brave the mounded shore;
And still that mounded shore can tell
Where Hector and Achilles fell.
Heap'd o'er the brave the mounded shore;
And still that mounded shore can tell
Where Hector and Achilles fell.
There, over glory's earthly bed,
When many a wasting age had fled,
The world's Great Victor pour'd his pray'rs
For fame, and monuments like theirs.
When many a wasting age had fled,
The world's Great Victor pour'd his pray'rs
For fame, and monuments like theirs.
Happy the brave! whose sacred tomb
Itself averts the oblivious doom,
Bears on its breast unfading bays,
And gives eternity of praise!
Itself averts the oblivious doom,
Bears on its breast unfading bays,
And gives eternity of praise!
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High, then, the monumental pile
Erect, for Nelson of the Nile!
Of Trafalgar, and Vincent's heights,
For Nelson of the hundred fights—
Erect, for Nelson of the Nile!
Of Trafalgar, and Vincent's heights,
For Nelson of the hundred fights—
For Him, alike on shore and surge,
Of proud Iberia's power the scourge;
And half around the sea-girt ball,
The hunter of the recreant Gaul.
Of proud Iberia's power the scourge;
And half around the sea-girt ball,
The hunter of the recreant Gaul.
Rear the tall shaft on some bold steep,
Whose base is buried in the deep;
But whose bright summit shines afar
O'er the blue ocean, like a star.
Whose base is buried in the deep;
But whose bright summit shines afar
O'er the blue ocean, like a star.
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Such let it be, as o'er the bed
Of Nilus rears its lonely head;
That never shook at mortal might,
Till Nelson lanced the bolts of fight.
Of Nilus rears its lonely head;
That never shook at mortal might,
Till Nelson lanced the bolts of fight.
(What time the Orient, wrapt in fire,
Blazed, its own seamen's funeral pyre,
And, with explosive fury riven,
Sprang thundering to the midnight heaven.)
Blazed, its own seamen's funeral pyre,
And, with explosive fury riven,
Sprang thundering to the midnight heaven.)
Around it, when the raven night
Shades ocean, fire the beacon-light;
And let it, thro' the tempest, flame
The star of safety as of fame.
Shades ocean, fire the beacon-light;
And let it, thro' the tempest, flame
The star of safety as of fame.
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Thither, as o'er the deep below
The seaman seeks his country's foe,
His emulative eye shall roll,
And Nelson's spirit fill his soul.
The seaman seeks his country's foe,
His emulative eye shall roll,
And Nelson's spirit fill his soul.
Thither, shall youthful heroes climb,
The Nelsons of an after-time,
And round that sacred altar swear
Such glory and such graves to share.
The Nelsons of an after-time,
And round that sacred altar swear
Such glory and such graves to share.
Raise then, imperial Britain, raise
The trophied pillar of his praise;
And worthy be its towering pride,
Of those that live, of him that died!
The trophied pillar of his praise;
And worthy be its towering pride,
Of those that live, of him that died!
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Worthy of Nelson of the Nile!
Of Nelson of the cloud-capped Isle,
Of Trafalgar and Vincent's heights,
Of Nelson of the hundred fights!
Of Nelson of the cloud-capped Isle,
Of Trafalgar and Vincent's heights,
Of Nelson of the hundred fights!
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