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ODE ON THE DEATH OF HAIG'S HORSE: 5 by DOUGLAS GARMAN

First Line: NOW ALL'S OVER, OF COURSE, / AND SMALL THANKS TO THE SCULPTOR
Last Line: LET THE BRONZE BE CAST,
Subject(s): HAIG, DOUGLAS. 1ST EARL HAIG (1861-1928); TENNYSON, ALFRED (1809-1892); TENNYSON, ALFRED TENNYSON, 1ST BARON;
Now all's over, of course,
And small thanks to the sculptor,
England, for thy horse.
Let the bronze be cast,
And small thanks to the sculptor:
He's slighted the public taste.
Now that our judgment's passed
They're sure to curse us for ever:
Colonels, to prove themselves clever,
Will damn us, and generals blast.
Let the bronze be cast:
While an angry people, aghast,
Condemn in vain our fatal choice
Strong in the sense of a common voice,
Null, but assured, in taste.
Let the bronze be cast,



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