« 前へ次へ »
Glide gently, thus for ever glide,
Vain thought ! yet be as now thou art,
Such as did once the poet bless,
Remembrance ! as we float along,
* Collins's Ode on the death of Thomson, the last written, I believe, of the poems which were published during his life-time. This Ode is also alluded to in the next stanza.
The IDIOT BOY.
'Tis eight o'clock, a clear March night,
-Why bustle thus about your door,