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In yonder Grave a Druid lies
Where slowly winds the Stealing Wave!
The Year's best Sweets shall duteous rise
To deck its Poet's sylvan Grave!

— William Collins Ode Occasioned by the Death of Mr. Thomson (1748)

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How sleep the brave who sink to rest
By all their country's wishes blest!

And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair.

Peace rules the day, where reason rules the mind.

Love of peace, and lonely musing,
In hollow murmurs died away.

The Passions, an Ode for Music (1747)

By fairy hands their knell is rung,
By forms unseen their dirge is sung.

How Sleep the Brave (1748)

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