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William Collins

1720 AD — 1756 AD

Listed in the author section of Bartlett’s ninth-edition anthology, in the linked 1905 printing. Dates reflect that historical edition and may differ from modern scholarship.

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Ode to Simplicity
Oriental Eclogues
Ode written in the year 1746
The Passions
Death of Thomson
To Sir Thomas Hammer on his Edition of Shakespeare
Dirge in Cymbeline
Quote928 · printed citation: WILLIAM COLLINS: Ode in 1746

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01c. 1738 AD

In numbers warmly pure and sweetly strong.

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02c. 1738 AD

Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell: 'T is virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell.

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03c. 1738 AD

How sleep the brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes bless'd!

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04c. 1738 AD

By fairy hands their knell is rung; 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!

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05c. 1738 AD

When Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung.

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06c. 1738 AD

Fill'd with fury, rapt, inspired.

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07c. 1738 AD

'T was sad by fits, by starts 't was wild.

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08c. 1738 AD

In notes by distance made more sweet.

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09c. 1738 AD

In hollow murmurs died away.

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10c. 1738 AD

O Music! sphere-descended maid, Friend of Pleasure, Wisdom's aid!

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11c. 1738 AD

In yonder grave a Druid lies.

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12c. 1738 AD

Too nicely Jonson knew the critic's part; Nature in him was almost lost in Art.

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13c. 1738 AD

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.

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14Undated

There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay.

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15Undated

Peace rules the day where reason rules the mind.

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16Undated

I think humor is a very serious thing. I use it as a way of weakening the reader's defenses so that I can more easily take him to something more.

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