John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| William Collins. (1721–1759) (continued) |
| 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! |
| Ode written in the year 1746. |
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| When Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung. |
| The Passions. Line 1. |
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| Fill’d with fury, rapt, inspired. |
| The Passions. Line 10. |
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| ’T was sad by fits, by starts ’t was wild. |
| The Passions. Line 28. |
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| In notes by distance made more sweet. 1 |
| The Passions. Line 60. |
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| In hollow murmurs died away. |
| The Passions. Line 68. |
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| O Music! sphere-descended maid, Friend of Pleasure, Wisdom’s aid! |
| The Passions. Line 95. |
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| In yonder grave a Druid lies. |
| Death of Thomson. |
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| Too nicely Jonson knew the critic’s part; Nature in him was almost lost in Art. |
| To Sir Thomas Hammer on his Edition of Shakespeare. |
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| Each lonely scene shall thee restore; For thee the tear be duly shed, Belov’d till life can charm no more, And mourn’d till Pity’s self be dead. |
| Dirge in Cymbeline. |
| James Merrick. (1720–1769) |
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| Not what we wish, but what we want, Oh, let thy grace supply! 2 |
| Hymn. |
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| Oft has it been my lot to mark A proud, conceited, talking spark. |
| The Chameleon. |
| Note 1. Sweetest melodies. Are those that are by distance made more sweet. William Wordsworth: Personal Talk, stanza 2. [back] |
| Note 2. [greek] (Let not that happen which I wish, but that which is right.—Menander: Fragment. [back] |