Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 133

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CXXXIII
"They served with Nelson, and with Nelson died."Well was it said, we may not in our pride ​Utter the praise of ancestors like these.Yet may we speak it humbly, on our knees;For were we silent all, 'tis past a doubtThe very stones against us would cry out.

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