294 ΑΝ ODE How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By Fairy hands their knell is rung, DIRGE 295 William Collins. IN CYMBELINE To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring No wailing ghost shall dare appear And melting virgins own their love. No wither'd witch shall here be seen, The red-breast oft at evening hours To deck the ground where thou art laid. When howling winds and beating rain The tender thought on thee shall dwell. Each lonely scene shall thee restore, And mourn'd, till pity's self be dead. William Collins. 296 ODE TO EVENING IF aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song, Thy springs and dying gales, O nymph reserv'd, while now the bright-hair'd Sun O'erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-ey'd bat His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises 'midst the twilight path, Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum: Now teach me, maid compos'd, To breathe some soften'd strain, Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, As, musing slow, I hail Thy genial lov'd return! For when thy folding-star arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge, And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still, The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car. Then let me rove some wild and heathy scene, By thy religious gleams! Or, if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Views wilds and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires, The gradual dusky veil. While Spring shall pour his showers, as oft he wont, While Summer loves to sport While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves, So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name! William Collins. 297 THE FLOWERS OF THE FOREST I'VE heard them lilting at our ewe-milking, Lasses a-lilting before the dawn of day; But now they are moaning on ilka green loaning :- At bughts in the morning nae blythe lads are scorning; The lasses are lanely, and dowie, and wae; Nae daffing, nae gabbing, but sighing and sabbing, In hairst, at the shearing, nae youths now are jeering: At fair or at preaching, nae wooing, nae fleeching— At e'en, in the gloaming, nae swankies are roaming Dool and wae for the order sent our lads to the Border! The English, for ance, by guile wan the day; The Flowers of the Forest, that fought aye the foremost, We'll hear nae mair lilting at our ewe-milking: Jean Elliot. WHEN 298 LOVELY WOMAN WHEN lovely woman stoops to folly, The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, Oliver Goldsmith. 299 DEEDS IF DOUGHTY IF doughty deeds my lady please, I'll wear thy colours in my cap, Thy picture at my heart; And he that bends not to thine eye Shall rue it to his smart! Then tell me how to woo thee, Love, O, tell me how to woo thee! If gay attire delight thine eye, I'll tend thy chamber door all night, But if fond love thy heart can gain, Nae maiden lays her skaith to me, For you alone I ride the ring, For you alone I strive to sing O, tell me how to woo ! Then tell me how to woo thee, Love, O, tell me how to woo thee! For thy dear sake nae care I'll take, Graham of Gartmore. 300 ON THE LOSS OF THE ROYAL GEORGE TOLL for the brave! The brave that are no more! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, |