| Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922. | | | | Wellington | | By Lord Beaconsfield (1804–1881) |
| | | NOT only that thy puissant arm could bind | |
| The tyrant of a world, and, conquering Fate, | |
| Enfranchise Europe, do I deem thee great; | |
| But that in all thy actions I do find | |
| Exact propriety; no gusts of mind | 5 |
| Fitful and wild, but that continuous state | |
| Of order’d impulse mariners await | |
| In some benignant and enriching wind,— | |
| The breath ordain’d of Nature. Thy calm mien | |
| Recalls old Rome as much as thy high deed; | 10 |
| Duty thine only idol, and serene | |
| When all are troubled; in the utmost need | |
| Prescient; thy country’s servant ever seen, | |
| Yet sovereign of thyself, whate’er may speed. | | | | |
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