O DE ON THE DEATH OF MR. THOMSON, BY MR. COLLINS. THE SCENE OF THE FOLLOWING STANZAS IS SUPPOSED TO LIE ON THE THAMES, NEAR RICHMOND. I. N yonder grave a Druid lies IN Where flowly, winds the ftealing wave! II. In yon deep bed of whifp'ring reeds 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, To hear the Woodland Pilgrim's knell. 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 The friend shall view yon whitening * fpire, VI. But Thou, who own'ft that earthy bed, Or tears, which Love and Pity fhed Yet lives there one, whofe heedlefs eye Shall scorn thy pale shrine glimm'ring near? With him, fweet bard, may Fancy die, And Joy defert the blooming year. RICHMOND Church. VIII. But thou, lorn ftream, whose sullen tide 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 The life, fhall mourn thy early doom, Long, long, thy ftone, and pointed clay THE CHILD BIRTH. IN THE MANNER OF GAY. HE doleful dumps I fing, and tearful woes, Of MARIAN teeming with unlawful throes: The fheeneft lafs in Berkshire was fhe known, Of all that butter fell to Reading town: Not the feven fifters could o'er her prevail, The golden farmer's daughters of the vale, Tho' every Oxford mufe their charms has fung And graveft doctors * join'd the tuneful throng. Ye peers! who careless of ambition, chufe Nine months fucceffive now had rolled round, Since MARIAN firft the pleasing mischief found; In vain her hands had cull'd th' abortive weed, Nor aught avail'd the 'pothecary's aid. The Rev. Dr. WILKES wrote a poem upon them. Her womb began with fatal fize to swell, "Ah! faithlefs COLIN CLOUT! ah, luckless I! "The kifs imprinted, and the fairing bought! "And donn'd the funday gown berob❜d with red. |