Within this lowly grave a Conqueror lies,
  And yet the monument proclaims it not,
Nor round the sleeper’s name hath chisel wrought
  The emblems of a fame that never dies,
Ivy and amaranth in a graceful sheaf,
Twined with the laurel’s fair, imperial leaf.
      A simple name alone,
      To the great world unknown,
Is graven here...