Loose life, unruly passions, and diseases pale.Sent forth a sleepy horror through the blood; 2 In lowly dale, fast by a river's side With woody hill o'er hill encompassed round, A listless climate made, where, sooth to say, No living wight could work, ne carèd even for play. 3 Was nought around but images of rest: Sleep-soothing groves, and quiet lawns between; 6 A pleasing land of drowsy-hed10 it was: 7 The landskip such, inspiring perfect ease, And flowery beds, that slumbrous influence Where INDOLENCE (for so the wizard hight11) kest,4 Close-hid his castle mid embowering trees, From poppies breathed; and beds of pleasant That half shut out the beams of Phoebus bright, If ought of oaten stop or pastoral song 1 rustics, peasants *This song, which flows almost like an improvisation, Collins constructed from the scene in Cymbeline IV. ii, 215-229, in which Guiderius and Arviragus speak over the body of their sister Imogen, who is disguised as Fidele and O nymph reserved, while now the bright-haired whom they suppose to be dead: sun 2 Sits in yon western tent, whose cloudy skirts, 2 musical pipe "Although less popular than The Deserted Vil- No children run to lisp their sire's return, Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, How jocund did they drive their team afield! 8 Let not ambition mock their useful toil, 9 The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, The paths of glory lead but to the grave. 10 The little tyrant of his fields withstood; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.* 16 Th' applause of listening senates to command, And read their history in a nation's eyes. 17 Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, 18 The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, 19 Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. 11 Can storied urn2 or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can honour's voice provokes the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death? 12 Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre. 13 But knowledge to their eyes her ample page 14 Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. 15 Some village Hampden, that with dauntless 6 i. e.. write flattering |