|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|William Collins. (17211759) (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.|
| When Music, heavenly maid, was young,|
While yet in early Greece she sung.
| The Passions. Line 1.|
| Filld with fury, rapt, inspired.|
| The Passions. Line 10.|
| T was sad by fits, by starts t was wild.|
| The Passions. Line 28.|
| In notes by distance made more sweet. 1|
| The Passions. Line 60.|
| In hollow murmurs died away.|
| The Passions. Line 68.|
| O Music! sphere-descended maid,|
Friend of Pleasure, Wisdoms aid!
| The Passions. Line 95.|
| In yonder grave a Druid lies.|
| Death of Thomson.|
| Too nicely Jonson knew the critics part;|
Nature in him was almost lost in Art.
| To Sir Thomas Hammer on his Edition of Shakespeare.|
| 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.|
|James Merrick. (17201769)|
| Not what we wish, but what we want,|
Oh, let thy grace supply! 2
| Oft has it been my lot to mark|
A proud, conceited, talking spark.
| The Chameleon.|