William Collins (Уильям Коллинз)

Ode, Written in the Beginning of the Year 1746

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. An Epistle, Addressed to Sir Thomas Hanmer, on His Edition of Shakespeare's Works
2. The Manners
3. Hassan; or, The Camel Driver
4. Selim; or, The Shepherd's Moral
5. Ode to Liberty

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