The early poems of John Clare 1804-1822: General editor Eric Robinson: Edited by Eric Robinson and David Powell: Associate editor Margaret Grainger |
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LINES ON WELLINGTON
Brittannia cease—For Nelsons doom
From such bewailing cries
Since he has order'd from his tomb
A Wellington to rise.
O rather than his fate bewail
Praise his unerring choise
And this thy present heroe hail
With bold triumphing voice,
He fights thy cause and will mantain
Thy power triumphant on the main,
Whoever dare to crave
On Land or Sea where e'er he roves,
Each Element a heroe proves,
As skilful and as brave.
From such bewailing cries
Since he has order'd from his tomb
A Wellington to rise.
O rather than his fate bewail
Praise his unerring choise
And this thy present heroe hail
With bold triumphing voice,
He fights thy cause and will mantain
Thy power triumphant on the main,
Whoever dare to crave
On Land or Sea where e'er he roves,
Each Element a heroe proves,
As skilful and as brave.
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When Nelson dy'd—France blest the same,
But never thought no more
That other Nelsons—(Gallant Name)
Whou'd terrify their shore.
Poor Nap thinking to end the fight
Rejoic'd in what was done
And little thought that Nelsons night
Could bring a Morning Sun.
For had he knew that Englands shore
Could boast one Gallant heroe more
He'd surely curs'd that day
That sent a Nelson to the skies
And bid a Wellington arise
From Nelson's pregnant Clay.
But never thought no more
That other Nelsons—(Gallant Name)
Whou'd terrify their shore.
Poor Nap thinking to end the fight
Rejoic'd in what was done
And little thought that Nelsons night
Could bring a Morning Sun.
For had he knew that Englands shore
Could boast one Gallant heroe more
He'd surely curs'd that day
That sent a Nelson to the skies
And bid a Wellington arise
From Nelson's pregnant Clay.
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