Quote#Death
In yonder Grave a Druid lies
Quote byWilliam Collins · 1721–1759
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Ode Occasioned by the Death of Mr. Thomson, (1748), line 1..
English (original)
In yonder Grave a Druid lies Where slowly winds the Stealing Wave! The Year's best Sweets shall duteous rise To deck its Poet's sylvan Grave!
— William Collins
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How sleep the brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest!
In numbers warmly pure and sweetly strong.
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Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell: 'T is virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell.
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.