John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
William Collins. (17211759)
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.
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.