Category: Poetry
ODES. To Pity 21 To Fear 24 To Simplicity 28 On the Poetical Character 31 Written in the Beginning of the Year 1746 34 To Mercy 35 To Liberty 37 To a Lady, On the Death of Colonel Ross, written in May, 1745 44 To Evening 48 To Peace 52 The Manners 54 The Passions 58 On the Dea...
The next letter was found among the papers of Mr. William Hymers, of Queen's College, Oxford, who was preparing a new edition of the works of the poet for publication, when deat...
4. Chapter 4Mr. Ragdale relates that Collins was in the habit of writing numerous fragments, and then throwing them into the flames. Jackson, of Exeter, says the same of John Bampfylde. A s...
3. Chapter 3A poet, and not to have felt the tender passion, would be a creature which the world has never yet seen. It is said that Collins was extremely fond of a young lady who was born...
10. Chapter 10There is certainly some very powerful charm in the liquid melody of sounds. The editor of these poems could never read or hear the following verse repeated, without a degree of...
9. Chapter 9Britons! away with the degenerate pack! Waft, western winds! the foreign spoilers back! Enough has been in wild amusements spent, Let British verse and harmony content! No music...
1. Chapter 1ODES. To Pity 21 To Fear 24 To Simplicity 28 On the Poetical Character 31 Written in the Beginning of the Year 1746 34 To Mercy 35 To Liberty 37 To a Lady, On the Death of Colon...
5. Chapter 5There is an elegancy and wildness of thought which recommends all their compositions; and our geniuses are as much too cold for the entertainment of such sentiments, as our clim...
8. Chapter 8Nor need'st thou blush that such false themes engage Thy gentle mind, of fairer stores possest; For not alone they touch the village breast, But fill'd, in elder time, the histo...
7. Chapter 7O thou, who bad'st thy turtles bear Swift from his grasp thy golden hair, And sought'st thy native skies; When War, by vultures drawn from far, To Britain bent his iron car, 5 A...
6. Chapter 6Thou who such weary lengths hast past, Where wilt thou rest, mad Nymph, at last? Say, wilt thou shroud in haunted cell, Where gloomy Rape and Murder dwell? Or, in some hollow'd...
11. Chapter 11"Now teach me, maid composed, To breathe some soften'd strain, Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit, As, musing slow, I h...