dots-menu
×

Home  »  Familiar Quotations  »  Page 390

John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

Page 390

 
 
William Collins. (1721–1759) (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
    Fill’d 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, Wisdom’s aid!
          The Passions. Line 95.
4241
    In yonder grave a Druid lies.
          Death of Thomson.
4242
    Too nicely Jonson knew the critic’s 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,
Belov’d till life can charm no more,
  And mourn’d till Pity’s self be dead.
          Dirge in Cymbeline.
 
James Merrick. (1720–1769)
 
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.
 
Note 1.
Sweetest melodies.
Are those that are by distance made more sweet.
William Wordsworth: Personal Talk, stanza 2. [back]
Note 2.
[greek] (Let not that happen which I wish, but that which is right.—Menander: Fragment. [back]