John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| 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. |
4235 | When Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung. |
The Passions. Line 1. |
4236 | Filld with fury, rapt, inspired. |
The Passions. Line 10. |
4237 | T was sad by fits, by starts t was wild. |
The Passions. Line 28. |
4238 | In notes by distance made more sweet. 1 |
The Passions. Line 60. |
4239 | In hollow murmurs died away. |
The Passions. Line 68. |
4240 | O Music! sphere-descended maid, Friend of Pleasure, Wisdoms aid! |
The Passions. Line 95. |
4241 | In yonder grave a Druid lies. |
Death of Thomson. |
4242 | Too nicely Jonson knew the critics part; Nature in him was almost lost in Art. |
To Sir Thomas Hammer on his Edition of Shakespeare. |
4243 | 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) |
| 4244 | Not what we wish, but what we want, Oh, let thy grace supply! 2 |
Hymn. |
4245 | Oft has it been my lot to mark A proud, conceited, talking spark. |
The Chameleon. |
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