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19 Ode Occasioned by the Death of Mr Thomson
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TO GEORGE LYTTELTON, Esq; THIS ODE IS INSCRIBED BY THE AUTHOR
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The scene of the following stanzas is supposed to lie on the Thames near Richmond.
Haec tibi semper erunt, et cum solennia vota
reddemus Nymphis, et cum lustrabimus agros. [OMITTED]
------ Amavit nos quoque Daphnis.
VIRG. Bucol. Eclog. v [74–5, 52]
reddemus Nymphis, et cum lustrabimus agros. [OMITTED]
------ Amavit nos quoque Daphnis.
VIRG. Bucol. Eclog. v [74–5, 52]
I
In yonder grave a Druid lies,Where slowly winds the stealing wave!
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To deck its poet's sylvan grave!
II
In yon deep bed of whispering reedsHis airy harp shall now be laid,
That he, whose heart in sorrow bleeds,
May love through life the soothing shade.
III
Then maids and youths shall linger here,And, while its sounds at distance swell,
Shall sadly seem in Pity's ear
To hear the woodland pilgrim's knell.
IV
Remembrance oft shall haunt the shoreWhen Thames in summer wreaths is dressed,
And oft suspend the dashing oar
To bid his gentle spirit rest!
V
And oft as Ease and Health retire490
The friend shall view yon whitening spire,
And mid the varied landscape weep.
VI
But thou, who own'st that earthy bed,Ah! what will every dirge avail?
Or tears, which Love and Pity shed
That mourn beneath the gliding sail!
VII
Yet lives there one, whose heedless eyeShall scorn thy pale shrine glimmering near?
With him, sweet bard, may Fancy die,
And Joy desert the blooming year.
VIII
But thou, lorn stream, whose sullen tideNo sedge-crowned Sisters now attend,
Now waft me from the green hill's side,
Whose cold turf hides the buried friend!
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And see, the fairy valleys fade,Dun Night has veiled the solemn view!
—Yet once again, dear parted shade,
Meek Nature's child, again adieu!
X
The genial meads, assigned to blessThy life, shall mourn thy early doom,
Their hinds and shepherd-girls shall dress
With simple hands thy rural tomb.
XI
Long, long, thy stone and pointed clayShall melt the musing Briton's eyes:
‘O! vales and wild woods’, shall he say,
‘In yonder grave your Druid lies!’
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