Each from his scenes their stores alternate bring; By thee dispos'd, no farther toil demand, So spread o'er Greece, the harmonious whole un known, E'en Homer's numbers charm'd by parts alone. By winds and waters cast on every shore: When, rais'd by fate, some former Hanmer join'd Each beauteous image of the boundless mind; A fond alliance with the Poet's name. DIRGE IN CYMBELINE. SUNG BY GUIDERUS AND ARVIRAGUS OVER FIDELE, Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, No wailing ghost shall dare appear And melting virgins own their love. No wither'd witch shall here be seen; And dress thy grave with pearly dew! The redbreast oft, at evening hours, To deck the ground where thou art laid. When howling winds, and beating rain, In tempests shake the sylvan cell; Or 'midst the chase, on every plain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell ; Each lonely scene shall thee restore ; And mourn'd till Pity's self be dead. ODE ON THE DEATH OF MR. THOMSON. THE SCENE OF THE FOLLOWING STANZAS IS SUPPOSED TO LIE ON THE THAMES, NEAR RICHMOND. 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! In yon deep bed of whispering reeds That he whose heart in sorrow bleeds May love through life the soothing shade. Then maids and youths shall linger here; To hear the woodland pilgrim's knell. The harp of Æolus, of which see a description in the Castle of Indolence. Remembrance oft shall haunt the shore, When Thames in summer wreaths is drest; And oft suspend the dashing oar, To bid his gentle spirit rest! And, oft as ease and health retire But thou who own'st that earthly bed, That mourn beneath the gliding sail! Yet lives there one whose heedless eye But thou, lorn stream, whose sullen tide 2 Richmond Church, in which Thomson was buried. |