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O'er all the man conflicting passions rise,
Thus, generous Critic, as thy Bard inspires,
So spread o'er Greece, th' harmonious whole unkvown, Even Homer's numbers charm'd by parts alone. Their own Ulysses scarce haď wander'd more, By winds and waters cast on every shore: When rais'd by fate, some former Hanmer joined Each beauteous image of the boundless mind; And bade, like thee, his Athens ever claim A fond alliance with the Poet's name.
SUNG BY GUIDERIUS AND ARVIRAGUS OVER FIDELE,
SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD.
TO fair Fidele's grassy tomb
Soft maids and village hinds shall bring
Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom,
And rifle all the breathing Spring.
No wailing ghost shall dare appear
To vex with shrieks this quiet grove, But shepherd lads assemble here,
And melting virgins own their love.
No wither'd witch shall here be seen,
No goblins lead their nightly crew ; The female fays shall haunt the green,
And dress thy grave with pearly dew!
The red-breast oft at evening hours
Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss and gather'd flowers
To deck the ground where thou art laid.
When howling winds and beating rain
In tempests shake the sylvan cell, Or ’ınidst the chace on every plain,
The tender thought on thee sliall dwell.
Each lonely scene shall thee restore,
For thee the tear be duly shed ; Belov’d, till life can charm no more;
And mourn'd, till Pity's self be dead.
ODE ON THE DEATH OF THOMSON,
THE SCENE OF THE FOLLOWING STANZAS IS SUPPOSED TO
LIE ON THE THAMES, NEAR RICHMOND.
Where slowly winds the stealing wave!
To deck its Poet's sylvan grave!
In yon deep bed of whisp'ring reeds
His airy harp* shall now be laid,
May love thro’ life the soothing shade.
Then maids and youths shall linger here,
And while its sounds at distance swell,
To hear the Woodland Pilgrim's knell,
Remembrance oft shall haunt the shore
When Thames in summer wreaths is drest,
To bid his gentle spirit rest!
And oft as Ease and Health retire
To breezy lawn, or forest deep
The Harp of Æolus, of which see a description in the CASTLE OF
The friend shall view yon whitening spire,
And 'mid the varied landscape weep:
But, Thou, who own'st that earthly bed,
Ah! what will every dirge avail? Or tears, which Love and Pity shed
That mourn beneath the gliding sail!
Yet lives there one, whose heedless eye
Shall scorn thy pale shrine glimm'ring near? With him, sweet bard, may Fancy die,
And Joy desert the blooming year.
But thou, lorn stream, whose sullen tide
No sedge-crown'd Sisters now attend, Now waft me from the green hill's side
Whose cold turf hides the buried friend!
And see, the fairy valleys fade,
Dun night has veil'd the solemn view!
* The genial meads assign’d to bless
Thy life, shall mourn thy early doom;
* RICHMOND Church.
Thomson resided in the neighbourhood of Richmond some time before his death,
Their hinds, and shepherd-girls shall dress.
With simple hands thy rural tomb.
Long, long, thy stone, and pointed clay
Shall melt the musing Briton's eyes, 0! vales, and wild woods, shall He say,
In yonder grave Your Druid lies !
AN ODE, ON THE POPULAR SUPERSTITIONS
Considered as the Subject of Poetry.
HOME, thou return’st from Thames, whose Naiads long Have seen thee lingering with a fond delay Mid those soft friends, whose hearts some future day Shall melt perhaps to hear thy tragic song. Go, not uninindful of that cordial Youth, Whom, long endear'd, thou leav'st by Lavant's side, Together let us wish him lasting truth, And joy untainted with his destin'd bride. Go, nor regardless, while these numbers borst My short-liv'd bliss, forget my social name: But think, far off, how, on the southern coast, I met thy friendship with an equal flame! * A gentleman of the name of Barrow, who introduced Home to Collins,