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Such views the youthful bard allure,
But, heedless of the following gloom,
He deems their colours shall endure
'Till peace go with him to the tomb.
-And let him nurse his fond deceit,
And what if he must die in sorrow!
Who would not cherish dreams so sweet,

Though grief and pain may come to-morrow?

Glide gently, thus for ever glide,

O Thames! that other bards may see,

As lovely visions by thy side

As now, fair river! come to me.

Oh glide, fair stream! for ever so;

Thy quiet soul on all bestowing, "Till all our minds for ever flow,

As thy deep waters now are flowing.

Vain thought! yet be as now thou art,

That in thy waters may be seen
The image of a poet's heart,

How bright, how solemn, how serene!
Such heart did once the poet bless,

Who, pouring here a * later ditty,
Could find no refuge from distress,
But in the milder grief of pity.

And

Remembrance! as we glide along,
For him suspend the dashing oar,
pray that never child of Song
May know his freezing sorrows more.
How calm! how still! the only sound,
The dripping of the oar suspended!
-The evening darkness gathers round

By virtue's holiest powers attended.

*Collins's Ode on the death of Thomson, the last written, I believe, of the poems which were published during his lifetime. This Ode is also alluded to in the next stanza.

EXPOSTULATION

AND

REPLY.

"WHY William, on that old grey stone, "Thus for the length of half a day,

"Why William, sit you thus alone,

"And dream your time away

?

"Where are your books? that light bequeath'd

"To beings else forlorn and blind!

"Up! Up! and drink the spirit breath'd

"From dead men to their kind.

"You look round on your mother earth, "As if she for no purpose bore you ;

"As if you were her first-born birth,

"And none had lived before you!"

One morning thus, by Esthwaite lake,
When life was sweet I knew not why,
To me my good friend Matthew spake,
And thus I made reply.

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"The eye it cannot chuse but see, "We cannot bid the ear be still;

"Our bodies feel, where'er they be,

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"Nor less I deem that there are powers,

"Which of themselves our minds impress, "That we can feed this mind of ours,

"In a wise passiveness.

"Think you, mid all this mighty sum

"Of things for ever speaking,

"That nothing of itself will come,

"But we must still be seeking?

"Then ask not wherefore, here, alone,

"Conversing as I may,

"I sit upon this old grey stone,

"And dream my time away."

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