John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
William Collins. (17211759)
1 In numbers warmly pure and sweetly strong.
Ode to Simplicity.
2 Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell: T is virtue makes the bliss, whereer we dwell. 1
Oriental Eclogues. 1, Line 5.
3 How sleep the brave who sink to rest By all their countrys wishes blessd!
Ode written in the year 1746.
4 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.
5 When Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung.
The Passions. Line 1.
6 Filld with fury, rapt, inspired.
The Passions. Line 10.
7 T was sad by fits, by starts t was wild.
The Passions. Line 28.
8 In notes by distance made more sweet. 3
The Passions. Line 60.
9 In hollow murmurs died away.
The Passions. Line 68.
10 O Music! sphere-descended maid, Friend of Pleasure, Wisdoms aid!
The Passions. Line 95.
11 In yonder grave a Druid lies.
Death of Thomson.
12 Too nicely Jonson knew the critics part; Nature in him was almost lost in Art.
To Sir Thomas Hammer on his Edition of Shakespeare.
13 Each lonely scene shall thee restore; For thee the tear be duly shed, Belovd till life can charm no more, And mournd till Pitys self be dead.
Dirge in Cymbeline.