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Title: The poetical and prose works of Henry Kirke White
Year: 1856 (1850s)
Authors: White, Henry Kirke, 1785-1806 Southey, Robert, 1774-1843
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Publisher: Edinburgh, Gall & Inglis (etc., etc.)
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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ance did GrayFrequent, as with the vagrant muse he wantond.Come, I will sit me down and meditate,For I am wearied with my summers walk ;And here I may repose in silent ease;And thus, perchance, when lifes sad journeys oer,My harassd soul, in this same spot, may findThe haven of its rest—beneath this sodPerchance may sleep it sweetly, sound as death. I would not have my corpse cemented down With brick and stone, defrauding the poor earthworm Of its predestined dues; no, I would lie Beneath a little hillock, grass oergrown, Swathd down with oziers, just as sleep the cotters. Yet may not undistinguished be my grave ; But there at eve may some congenial soul Duly resort, and shed a pious tear, The good mans benison—no more I ask. And oh ! (if heavenly beings may look down From where, with cherubim inspired, they sit, Upon this little dim-discoverd spot, The earth), then will I cast a glance below On him who thus my ashes shall embalm; And I will weep, too, and will bless the wanderer,
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