"By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!"
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Ode written in the year 1746. A variation of the first two lines is "By hands unseen the knell is rung; / By fairy forms their dirge is sung".
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William Collins
William Collins (December 25, 1721 – June 12, 1759) was an English lyric poet, seen as one of the most influential precursors of Romanticism.
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