That he, whose heart in sorrow bleeds, Then maids and youths shall linger here, To hear the woodland pilgrim's knell. Remembrance oft shall haunt the shore To bid his gentle spirit rest! And oft, as ease and health retire To breezy lawn, or forest deep, The friend shall view yon whitening spire, But thou, who own'st that earthy bed, That mourn beneath the gliding sail? Yet lives there one whose heedless eye Shall scorn thy pale shrine glimmering near? With him, sweet bard, may fancy die, But thou, lorn stream, whose sullen tide R ΙΟ 15 20 25 30 35 40 Now waft me from the green hill's side, And see the fairy valleys fade; Dun night has veiled the solemn view! Meek nature's child, again adieu! The genial meads, assigned to bless Long, long, thy stone and pointed clay DIRGE IN CYMBELINE SUNG BY GUIDERUS AND ARVIRAGUS OVER FIDELE, SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghosts shall dare appear No withered witch shall here be seen; The redbreast 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 mourned till pity's self be dead. 5 10 15 20 5 ΙΟ 15 20 THOMAS GRAY ODE ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF ETON COLLEGE YE distant spires, ye antique towers, Her Henry's holy shade; And ye, that from the stately brow Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey, Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among His silver-winding way. Ah happy hills, ah pleasing shade, Ah fields beloved in vain, Where once my careless childhood strayed, A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales, that from ye blow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing To breathe a second spring. Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace, Who foremost now delight to cleave The captive linnet which enthrall? 25 Still as they run they look behind, Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed, The sunshine of the breast; And lively cheer of vigour born; 35 40 45 |