William Collins (Уильям Коллинз)

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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! 

1. Ode on the Poetical Character
2. Ode To Pity
3. Ode on the Popular Superstitions of the Highlands of Scotland
4. Ode to Mercy
5. In The Downhill Of Life

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