Infulted by a peevish, noify wife, Or at the bar foredoom'd to lofe his life; What moving words flow from his artless tongue, gay; Whilst now for rattles, now for nymphs we burn`; And the whole fancied cheat of life displays: Stun'd with an ill that from ourselves arose; For inftinct rul'd, when reafon fhould have chose; We We fly for comfort to fome lonely scene, But let no obstacles, that cross our views, Left it from nature lead us quite aftray; KXXX O DÉ, to a LAD Y. On the Death of Col. CHARLES Ross, in the Action at Fontenoy. Written May 1745 By Mr. W. COLLINS. I. WHILE, loft to all his former mirth, BRITANNIA'S genius bends to earth, And mourns the fatal day; While, ftain'd with blood, he strives to tear Unfeemly from his fea-green hair The wreaths of cheerful May; VOL. I. X II. The II. The thoughts which mufing pity pays, By rapid Scheld's defcending wave That facred fpot the village hind With ev'ry fweetest turf shall bind, And peace protect the fhade. IV. O'er him, whofe doom thy virtues grieve, Aerial forms fhall fit at eve And bend the penfive head! And, fall'n to fave his injur'd land, Imperial Honour's aweful hand Shall point his lonely bed! V. The warlike dead of ev'ry age, Shall leave their fainted reft: And, half-reclining on his spear, To hail the blooming guest. VI O'd. VI. Old EDWARD's fons, unknown to yield, Again for Britain's wrongs they feel, And wish th' avenging fight. VII. If, weak to footh so soft an heart, These pictur'd glories nought impart To dry thy constant tear; If yet in forrow's distant eye, Expos'd and pale thou feeft him lie, Wild war infulting near : VIII. Where-e'er from time thou court'st relief, The Muse shall still with focial grief And bid her shepherds weep. O D H Written in the fame Year. By the Same. E, WOW fleep the brave, who fink to reft, By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is fung; And FREEDOM fhall awhile repair, |