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Old Edward's sons, unknown to yield,
Shall crowd from Cressy's laureld field,

And gaze with fix'd delight;
Again for Britain's wrongs they feel,
Again they snatch the gleamy steel,

And wish the avenging fight.
But lo, where, sunk in deep despair,
Her garments torn, her bosom bare,

Impatient Freedom lies!
Her matted tresses madly spread,
To every sod, which wraps the dead,

She turns her joyless eyes.
Ne'er shall she leave that lowly ground
Till notes of triumph bursting round

Proclaim her reign restored :
Till William seek the sad retreat,
And, bleeding at her sacred feet,

Present the sated sword.

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If, weak to soothe so soft a heart,
These pictured glories nought impart,

To dry thy constant tear :
If yet, in Sorrow's distant eye,
Exposed and pale thou see'st him lie,

Wild War insulting near :

VARIATIONS.

Ver. 31. Old Edward's sons, untaught to yield,

49. If, drawn by all a lover's art,

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Where'er from time thou court'st relief,
The Muse shall still, with social grief,

Her gentlest promise keep;
Even humbled Harting's cottaged vale*
Shall learn the sad repeated tale,

And bid her shepherds weep.

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Harting, a village adjoining the parish of Trotton, and about two miles distant from it.

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ODE TO EVENING.

If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song,
May hope, chaste Eve, to soothe thy modest ear,

Like thy own brawling springs,
Thy springs, and dying gales ;

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O nymph reserved, while now the bright-hair'd sun
Sits in yon western tent, whose cloudy skirts,

With brede ethereal wove,
O'erhang his wavy bed :

Now air is hush’d, save where the weak-eyed bat 9 With short shrill shriek Aits by on leathern wing;

Or where the beetle winds
His small but sullen horn,

VARIATIONS.

Ver. 2. May hope, O pensive Eve, to soothe thine ear.

3. Like thy own solemn springs,
9. While air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat

TO EV ENING.

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As oft he rises 'midst the twilight path,
Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum:

Now teach me, maid composed,

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To breathe some soften'd strain,

ETENING

Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening
May not unseemly with its stillness suit;

vale,

As, musing slow, I hail
Thy genial loved return !

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or pastorals

to soothe For when thy folding-star arising shows

His paly circlet, at his warning lamp ling spring

The fragrant Hours, and Elves Who slept in buds the day, i many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with

ving gals

now the brides whose clout:

And

wove,

sedge,

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Sed:

here the wealHits bron lack winds

And sheds the freshening dew, and, lovelier still,

The pensive Pleasures sweet,

Prepare thy shadowy car.
Then let me rove some wild and heathy scene;
Or find some ruin, 'midst its dreary dells,

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horn,

VARIATIONS.

ONS.

Eve, to soothe tour

Ver. 24. Who slept in flowers the day,
29. Then lead, calm votress, where some sheety lake

Cheers the lone heath, or some time-hallow'd pile,

springs,

ve where the means

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Whose walls more awful nod
By thy religious gleams.

Or, if chill blustering winds, or driving rain,
Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut,

That from the mountain's side,
Views wilds, and swelling floods,

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And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires;
And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all

Thy dewy fingers draw
The gradual dusky veil.

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While Spring shall pour his showers, as oft he

wont, And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve!

While Summer loves to sport
Beneath thy lingering light;

While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves; 46
Or Winter, yelling through the troublous air,

Affrights thy shrinking train,
And rudely rends thy robes;

VARIATIONS.

Ver. 31. Or upland fallows grey,

Reflect its last cool gleam. 33. But when chill blustering winds, or driving rain,

Forbid my willing feet, be mine the hut,

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