William Collins

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

How Sleep The Brave - Poem by William Collins

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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 mould,
She there shall dress a sweeter sod
Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.

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 awhile repair
To dwell, a weeping hermit, there!


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  • (5/1/2005 3:45:00 AM)


    moving.....very timely, appropriate to TODAY (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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