The shrieks of death through Berkeley's roofs that ring; Shrieks of an agonizing king! She-wolf of France, with unrelenting fangs, Amazement in his van, with Flight combined; * "Girt with many a baron bold, Sublime their starry fronts they rear; And gorgeous dames and statesmen old, In bearded majesty, appear. In the midst a form divine! Her eye proclaims her of the Briton-line ; What strings symphonious tremble in the air! Bright Rapture calls, and soaring, as she sings, Waves in the eye of Heaven her many-colour'd wings. "The verse adorn again Fierce War, and faithful Love, And Truth severe, by fairy Fiction drest. In buskin'd measures move Pale Grief, and pleasing Pain, With Horror, tyrant of the throbbing breast. A voice, as of the cherub-choir, And distant warblings lessen on my ear, That lost in long futurity expire. Fond, impious man, think'st thou, yon sanguine cloud, Raised by thy breath, has quench'd the orb of day? And warms the nations with redoubled ray. The different doom our fates assign. He spoke, and headlong from the mountain's height Deep in the roaring tide he plunged to endless night. WILLIAM COLLINS. BORN 1720-died 1756. ODE TO 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 Then maids and youths shall linger here; To hear the woodland pilgrim's knell. Remembrance oft shall haunt the shore When Thames in summer wreaths is drest, And oft suspend the dashing oar To bid his gentle spirit rest! And oft as Ease and Health retire The friend shall view yon whitening spire, (a) But thou, who own'st that earthly bed, That mourn beneath the gliding sail! Yet lives there one, whose heedless eye But thou, lorn stream, whose sullen tide (a) Mr Thomson was buried in Richmond church. Now waft me from the green hill's side And see, the fairy valleys fade; Dun Night has veil'd the solemn view! The genial meads (a) assign'd to bless Long, long thy stone and pointed clay ODE TO THE SUPERSTITIONS OF THE INSCRIBED TO MR JOHN HOME. HOME thou return'st from Thames, whose Naiads long Have seen thee lingering with a fond delay, Mid those soft friends, whose hearts some future day Shall melt, perhaps, to hear thy tragic song. (a) Mr Thomson resided in the neighbourhood of Richmond some time before his death. Go, not unmindful of that cordial youth (a) side; Together let us wish him lasting truth, And joy untainted with his destined bride. Go! nor regardless, while these numbers boast My short-lived bliss, forget my social name; But think, far off, how, on the southern coast, I met thy friendship with an equal flame ! Fresh to that soil thou turn'st, where every vale Shall prompt the poet, and his song demand: To thee thy copious subjects ne'er shall fail; Thou need'st but take thy pencil to thy hand, And paint what all believe, who own thy genial land. There must thou wake perforce thy Doric quill; Or, stretch'd on earth, the heart-smit heifers lie. Such airy beings awe th' untutor'd swain: (a) A gentleman of the name of Barrow, who introduced Home to Collins. |