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"Each lonely scene shall thee restore; For thee the tear be duly shed; Beloved till life can charm no more, And mournd till Pity’s self be dead."
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William CollinsWilliam Collins
William Collins
"Each lonely scene shall thee restore; For thee the tear be duly shed; Beloved till life can charm no more, And mournd till Pity’s self be dead."
"Now air is hushed, save where the weak-eyed bat, With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises midst the twilight path, Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum."
"To fair Fideles grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring."
"Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away."
"How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country’s wishes blest!"
"For when thy folding-star arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant hours, and elves Who slept in buds the day, And many a nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshning dew, and lovelier still, The pensive pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car."
"But thou, lorn stream, whose sullen tide No sedge-crownd sister now attend, Now waft me from the green hills side Whose cold turf hides the buried friend!"
"With eyes up-raised, as one inspired, Pale Melancholy sate retired, And from her wild sequestered seat, In notes by distance made more sweet, Poured thro the mellow horn her pensive soul."
"By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung."
"In yonder Grave a Druid lies Where slowly winds the Stealing Wave! The Years best Sweets shall duteous rise To deck its Poets sylvan Grave!"
"He had employed his mind chiefly on works of fiction, and subjects of fancy; and, by indulging some peculiar habits of thought, was eminently delighted with those flights of imagination which pass the bounds of nature, and to which the mind is reconciled only by a passive acquiescence in popular traditions. He loved fairies, genii, giants, and monsters; he delighted to rove through the meanders of enchantment, to gaze on the magnificence of golden palaces, to repose by the waterfalls of Elysian gardens."