DIRGE IN CYMBELINE. SUNG BY GUIDERUS AND ARVIRAGUS OVER FIDELE, To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear And melting virgins own their love. No wither'd witch shall here be seen; And dress thy grave with pearly dew! The redbreast oft, at evening hours, To deck the ground where thou art laid. When howling winds, and beating rain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell; Each lonely scene shall thee restore; And mourn'd till Pity's self be dead. ODE ON THE DEATH OF MR. THOMSON. THE SCENE OF THE FOLLOWING STANZAS IS SUPPOSED TO LIE ON THE THAMES, NEAR RICHMOND. In yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave! The year's best sweets shall duteous rise, To deck its poet's sylvan grave! In yon deep bed of whispering reeds May love through life the soothing shade. Then maids and youths shall linger here; Shall sadly seem in Pity's ear To hear the woodland pilgrim's knell. The harp of Æolus, of which see a description in the Castle of Indolence. |