William Taylor Collins

(1721 - 1759 (Restoration&18th Century 1660-1785) / England)

Ode - Poem by William Taylor Collins

HOW sleep the Brave, who sink to Rest,
By all their Country's Wishes blest!
When Spring, with dewy Fingers cold,
Returns to deck their hallow'd Mold,
She there shall dress a sweeter Sod,
Than Fancy's Feet have ever trod.


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By Fairy Hands their Knell is rung,
By Forms unseen their Dirge is sung;
There Honour comes, a Pilgrim grey,
To bless the Turf that wraps their Clay,
And Freedom shall a-while repair,
To dwell a weeping Hermit there!


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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 9, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, May 9, 2011


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