William Collins 1721-1759 John Bartlett


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In numbers warmly pure and sweetly strong.
Ode to Simplicity.
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Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell: ’T is virtue makes the bliss, where’er we dwell. 1
Oriental Eclogues. 1, Line 5.
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How sleep the brave who sink to rest By all their country’s wishes bless’d!
Ode written in the year 1746.
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By fairy hands their knell is rung; 2 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!
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. 3
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.

Note 1.
See Pope, Quotation 56. [back]

Note 2.
Var. By hands unseen the knell is rung;
By fairy forms their dirge is sung. [back]

Note 3.
Sweetest melodies.
Are those that are by distance made more sweet.
William Wordsworth: Personal Talk, stanza 2. [back]