ODE ON THE DEATH OF COLONEL ROSS 49 5, The warlike Dead of ev'ry Age, Shall leave their sainted Rest: 6. Old Edward's Sons, unknown to yield, 7. But lo where, sunk in deep Despair, Her matted Tresses madly spread, 8. Ne'er shall she leave that lowly Ground, Till William seek the sad Retreat, 9. If, weak to sooth so soft an Heart, 50 ODE ON THE DEATH OF COLONEL ROSS If yet, in Sorrow's distant Eye, 10. Where'er from Time Thou court'st Relief, [In Dodsley's Collection and in Langhorne's edition the fourth stanza is printed thus: O'er him, whose doom thy virtues grieve, And bend the pensive head! And, fall'n to save his injur'd land, Shall point his lonely bed! C. S.] ODE to EVENING. IF ought of Oaten Stop, or Pastoral Song, Thy Springs, and dying Gales, O Nymph reserv'd, while now the bright-hair'd Sun Sits in yon western Tent, whose cloudy Skirts, With Brede ethereal wove, O'erhang his wavy Bed: Now Air is hush'd, save where the weak-ey'd Bat, With short shrill Shriek flits by on leathern Wing, Or where the Beetle winds His small but sullen Horn, As oft he rises 'midst the twilight Path, To breathe some soften'd Strain, Whose Numbers stealing thro' thy darkning Vale, Thy genial lov'd Return! For when thy folding Star arising shews Who slept in Buds the Day, And many a Nymph who wreaths her Brows with And sheds the fresh'ning Dew, and lovelier still, Prepare thy shadowy Car. Then let me rove some wild and heathy Scene, Whose Walls more awful nod By thy religious Gleams. Or if chill blust'ring Winds, or driving Rain, Views Wilds, and swelling Floods, And Hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd Spires, The gradual dusky Veil. While Spring shall pour his Show'rs, as oft he wont, While sallow Autumn fills thy Lap with Leaves, And rudely rends thy Robes. And love thy fav'rite Name! [This Ode was reprinted in Dodsley's Collection of 1748 with the following alterations : 1. 2. "May hope, chaste Eve, to soothe thy modest ear." 1. 3. "solemn" for "brawling". 1. 9. "While air is hush'd." 1. 24. 66 Who slept in flowers the day." 1. 29. "Then lead, calm vot'ress, where some sheety lake 1. 33. "But when chill blust'ring winds, or driving rain, 1. 49. "So long, sure-found beneath the sylvan shed, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, rose-lip'd Health, Thy gentlest influence own, And hymn thy fav'rite name!" C.S.] ODE to PEACE. O THOU, who bad'st thy Turtles bear And bad his Storms arise! 2. Tir'd of his rude tyrannic Sway, But Thou who hear'st the turning Spheres, 3. O Peace, thy injur'd Robes up-bind, The British Lion, Goddess sweet, Lies stretch'd on Earth to kiss thy Feet, And own thy holier Reign. 4. Let others court thy transient Smile, And, while around her Ports rejoice, |