Quote#Nature
To fair Fidele's grassy tomb
Quote byWilliam Collins · 1721–1759
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Dirge (1744), line 1..
English (original)
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.
— William Collins
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