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IN CYMBELYNE.

SUNG BY GUIDERUS AND ARVIRAGUS OVER
FIDELE, SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD.

O fair Fidele's graffy tomb

Soft maids, and village hinds fhall bring
Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom,
And rifle all the breathing Spring.

No wailing ghoft fhall dare appear
To vex with fhrieks this quiet grove,
But shepherd lads affemble here,

And melting virgins own their love.
No wither'd witch fhall here be seen,
No goblins lead their nightly crew;
The female fays fhall haunt the green,
And drefs thy grave with pearly dew!

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The red-breast oft at evening hours

Shall kindly lend his little aid,
With hoary mofs, and gather'd flowers,
To deck the ground where thou art laid.

When howling winds, and beating rain,

In tempefts shake the fylvan cell; Or 'midft the chace on every plain,

The tender thought on thee fhall dwell.

Each lonely scene shall thee reftore,

For thee the tear be duly fhed; Belov'd, till life can charm no more; And mourn'd, till Pity's felf be dead:

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ON THE

DEATH OF MR. THOMSON,

RICHMOND.

THE SCENE OF THE FOLLOWING

SUPPOSED ΤΟ LIE ON THE THAMES, NEAR

STANZAS IS

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IN yonder grave a Druid lies

Where flowly winds the ftealing wave!

The year's best sweets fhall duteous rife
To deck its Poet's fylvan grave!

II.

In yon deep bed of whisp'ring reeds

His airy harp fhall now be laid,

*

That he, whofe heart in forrow bleeds,
May love thro' life the foothing fhade.

The harp of EOLUS, of which fee a defcription in the CASTLE OF INDOLENCE,

III.

Then maids and youths fhall linger here,
And while its founds at diftance fwell,
Shall fadly feem in Pity's ear

To hear the Woodland Pilgrim's knell.

IV.
Remembrance oft fhall haunt the shore
When Thames in fummer wreaths is dreft,

And oft fufpend the dashing oar

To bid his gentle spirit reft!

V.
And oft as Eafe and Health retire
To breezy lawn, or foreft deep,
The friend fhall view yon whitening * fpire,
And 'mid the varied landscape weep,

VI.
But Thou, who own'ft that earthly bed,
Ah! what will every dirge avail ?
Or tears, which Love and Pity shed
That mourn beneath the gliding fail!
* RICHMOND Church,

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VII.

Yet lives there one, whofe heedless

eye

Shall fcorn thy pale shrine glimm'ring near? With him, fweet bard, may Fancy die,

And Joy defert the blooming year.

VIII.
But thou, lorn stream, whose fullen tide
No fedge-crown'd Sifters now attend,
Now waft me from the green hill's fide
Whofe cold turf hides the buried friend!

ÍX.
And fee, the fairy valleys fade,

Dun Night has veil'd the folemn view!
Yet once again, dear parted fhade,
Meek Nature's Child, again adieu !
X.
The genial meads affign'd to bless
Thy life, fhall mourn thy early doom;
Their hinds, and fhepherd-girls fhall dress
With fimple hands thy rural tomb.

* Mr. Thomson refided in the neighbourhood of Richmond fometime before his death,