William Collins quotes

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Each lonely scene shall thee restore;
For thee the tear be duly shed;
To fair Fidele's grassy tomb
Soft maids and village hinds shall bring
How sleep the brave who sink to rest
By all their country's wishes blest!
In yonder Grave a Druid lies
Where slowly winds the Stealing Wave!
And thou, thou rich-haired youth of morn,
And all thy subject life was born!
Long by the loved Enthusiast wooed,
Himself in some diviner mood,
And Truth, in sunny vest arrayed,
By whose the tarsel's eyes were made;
All the shad'wy tribes of Mind,
In braided dance their murmurs joined,
Now Air is hush'd, save where the weak-ey'd Bat,
With short shrill Shriek flits by on leathern Wing,
Though taste, though genius bless
To some divine excess,
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