Garlands upon his grave
And flowers upon his hearse,
And to the tender heart and brave
The tribute of this verse.
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Here in a little rustic hermitage
Alfred the Saxon King, Alfred the Great,
Postponed the cares of king-craft to translate
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With what a glory comes and goes the year!
The buds of spring, those beautiful harbingers
Of sunny skies and cloudless times, enjoy
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In the Valley of the Vire
Still is seen an ancient mill,
With its gables quaint and queer,
And beneath the window-sill,
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I heard a voice, that cried,
'Balder the Beautiful
Is dead, is dead!'
And through the misty air
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Witlaf, a king of the Saxons,
Ere yet his last he breathed,
To the merry monks of Croyland
His drinking-horn bequeathed,--
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Bell! thou soundest merrily,
When the bridal party
To the church doth hie!
Bell! thou soundest solemnly.
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Whene'er a noble deed is wrought,
Whene'er is spoken a noble thought,
Our hearts, in glad surprise,
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(Canto XXIII.)
Even as a bird, 'mid the beloved leaves,
Quiet upon the nest of her sweet brood
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(Tristia, Book III. Elegy X.)
Should any one there in Rome remember Ovid the exile,
And, without me, my name still in the city survive;
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