How Sleep The Brave
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest By all their countrys wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowd mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancys feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair To dwell, a weeping hermit, there!
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"How sleep the brave, who sink to rest..."
Exploring the themes of classic, William Collins delivers a powerful performance in "How Sleep The Brave"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...