Jonathan Swift, best known as the writer of Gulliver's Travels, wrote "A Satirical Elegy on the Death of a Late Famous General" in 1722 after the death of John Churchill, Duke of Marlborough. Swift was not a fan of the general, so the poem depicts him—with characteristically sharp Swiftian wit—as arrogant, power-hungry, brutal, and corrupt. In targeting Churchill, the poem critiques power, corruption, and cruelty more generally. It also presents death as the great leveler, warning all those who take "pride" in their high status that death will catch them before too long.
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1His Grace! impossible! what dead!
2Of old age too, and in his bed!
3And could that mighty warrior fall?
4And so inglorious, after all!
5Well, since he's gone, no matter how,
6The last loud trump must wake him now:
7And, trust me, as the noise grows stronger,
8He'd wish to sleep a little longer.
9And could he be indeed so old
10As by the newspapers we're told?
11Threescore, I think, is pretty high;
12'Twas time in conscience he should die
13This world he cumbered long enough;
14He burnt his candle to the snuff;
15And that's the reason, some folks think,
16He left behind so great a stink.
17Behold his funeral appears,
18Nor widow's sighs, nor orphan's tears,
19Wont at such times each heart to pierce,
20Attend the progress of his hearse.
21But what of that, his friends may say,
22He had those honours in his day.
23True to his profit and his pride,
24He made them weep before he died.
25Come hither, all ye empty things,
26Ye bubbles raised by breath of kings;
27Who float upon the tide of state,
28Come hither, and behold your fate.
29Let pride be taught by this rebuke,
30How very mean a thing's a Duke;
31From all his ill-got honours flung,
32Turned to that dirt from whence he sprung.
1His Grace! impossible! what dead!
2Of old age too, and in his bed!
3And could that mighty warrior fall?
4And so inglorious, after all!
5Well, since he's gone, no matter how,
6The last loud trump must wake him now:
7And, trust me, as the noise grows stronger,
8He'd wish to sleep a little longer.
9And could he be indeed so old
10As by the newspapers we're told?
11Threescore, I think, is pretty high;
12'Twas time in conscience he should die
13This world he cumbered long enough;
14He burnt his candle to the snuff;
15And that's the reason, some folks think,
16He left behind so great a stink.
17Behold his funeral appears,
18Nor widow's sighs, nor orphan's tears,
19Wont at such times each heart to pierce,
20Attend the progress of his hearse.
21But what of that, his friends may say,
22He had those honours in his day.
23True to his profit and his pride,
24He made them weep before he died.
25Come hither, all ye empty things,
26Ye bubbles raised by breath of kings;
27Who float upon the tide of state,
28Come hither, and behold your fate.
29Let pride be taught by this rebuke,
30How very mean a thing's a Duke;
31From all his ill-got honours flung,
32Turned to that dirt from whence he sprung.
His Grace! impossible! what dead!
Of old age too, and in his bed!
And could that mighty warrior fall?
And so inglorious, after all!
Well, since he's gone, no matter how,
The last loud trump must wake him now:
And, trust me, as the noise grows stronger,
He'd wish to sleep a little longer.
And could he be indeed so old
As by the newspapers we're told?
Threescore, I think, is pretty high;
'Twas time in conscience he should die
This world he cumbered long enough;
He burnt his candle to the snuff;
And that's the reason, some folks think,
He left behind so great a stink.
Behold his funeral appears,
Nor widow's sighs, nor orphan's tears,
Wont at such times each heart to pierce,
Attend the progress of his hearse.
But what of that, his friends may say,
He had those honours in his day.
True to his profit and his pride,
He made them weep before he died.
Come hither, all ye empty things,
Ye bubbles raised by breath of kings;
Who float upon the tide of state,
Come hither, and behold your fate.
Let pride be taught by this rebuke,
How very mean a thing's a Duke;
From all his ill-got honours flung,
Turned to that dirt from whence he sprung.
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Swift's Life and Work — Learn more about Jonathan Swift in this biography from the Poetry Foundation.
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Swift and the Duke — Read an article about the poet's main gripes with the General in question.
A Man of Letters — Dive into Swift's correspondence, including with his fellow poet Alexander Pope.
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