Maxioms by William Collins
And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair.
And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair.
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest,
By all their country's wishes blest!
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How sleep the brave, who sink to rest,
By all their country's wishes blest!
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By fairy hands their knell is rung,
By forms unseen their dirge is sung.
Filled with fury, rapt, inspir'd.
Filled with fury, rapt, inspir'd.
But thou, O hope, with eyes so fair,
What was thy delighted measure?
Still it whisper'd promised read more
But thou, O hope, with eyes so fair,
What was thy delighted measure?
Still it whisper'd promised pleasure,
And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail!
Too nicely Jonson knew the critic's part,
Nature in him was almost lost in art.
Too nicely Jonson knew the critic's part,
Nature in him was almost lost in art.