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William Collins (Уильям Коллинз)


Ode to Peace


  O thou, who bad'st thy turtles bear
  Swift from his grasp thy golden hair,
    And sought'st thy native skies;
  When War, by vultures drawn from far,
  To Britain bent his iron car,
    And bade his storms arise!

  Tired of his rude tyrannic sway,
  Our youth shall fix some festive day,
    His sullen shrines to burn:
  But thou who hear'st the turning spheres,
  What sounds may charm thy partial ears,
    And gain thy blest return!

  O Peace, thy injured robes up-bind!
  O rise! and leave not one behind
    Of all thy beamy train;
  The British Lion, goddess sweet,
  Lies stretch'd on earth to kiss thy feet,
    And own thy holier reign.

  Let others court thy transient smile,
  But come to grace thy western isle,
    By warlike Honour led;
  And, while around her ports rejoice,
  While all her sons adore thy choice,
    With him for ever wed!



William Collins's other poems:
  1. Abra; or, The Georgian Sultana
  2. Selim; or, The Shepherd's Moral
  3. Ode to Simplicity
  4. The Manners
  5. An Epistle, Addressed to Sir Thomas Hanmer, on His Edition of Shakespeare's Works


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