Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom, No wailing ghost shall dare appear 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 To deck the ground where thou art laid. When howling winds and beating rain The tender thought on thee shall dwell. Each lonely scene shall thee restore, 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. IN yonder grave a Druid lies Where slowly winds the stealing wave! In yon deep bed of whisp'ring reeds Then maids and youths shall linger here, To hear the Woodland Pilgrim's knell, Remembrance oft shall haunt the shore When Thames in summer wreaths is drest, And oft suspend the dashing oar To bid his gentle spirit rest! And oft as Ease and Health retire The Harp of EoLUS, of which see a description in the CASTLE OF INDOLENCE. The friend shall view yon whitening * spire, But, Thou, who own'st that earthly bed, That mourn beneath the gliding sail! Yet lives there one, whose heedless eye But thou, lorn stream, whose sullen tide And see, the fairy valleys fade, Dun night has veil'd the solemn view! * The genial meads assign'd to bless RICHMOND Church. *Thomson resided in the neighbourhood of Richmond some time before his death. Their hinds, and shepherd-girls shall dress Long, long, thy stone, and pointed clay AN ODE, ON THE POPULAR SUPERSTITIONS OF THE HIGHLANDS OF SCOTLAND. Considered as the Subject of Poetry. SUBSCRIBED TO MR. JOHN HOME. 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. And joy untainted with his destin'd bride. * A gentleman of the name of Barrow, who introduced Home to Collins. F Fresh to that soil thou turn'st, where every vale There must thou take perforce thy Doric quill; Nor thou, tho' learn'd, his homelier thoughts neglect ; These are the themes of simple sure effect, That add new conquests to her boundless reign, And fill with double force her heart-commanding strain. Ev'n yet preserv'd, how often may'st thou hear, Where to the Pole the Boreal mountains run, Taught by the father, to his listening son, Strange lays, whose power had charm'd a Spencer's car. |