William Taylor Collins
WILLIAM COLLINS was born at Chichester on the twenty-fifth of December, about 1720. His father was a hatter of good reputation. He was in 1733, as Dr. Warton has kindly informed me, admitted scholar of Winchester College, where he was educated by Dr. Burton. His English exercises were better than his Latin.
He first courted the notice of the publick by some verses To a Lady weeping, published in The Gentleman's Magazine.
In 1740 he stood first in the list of the scholars to be received in succession at New College; but unhappily there was no vacancy. This was the original misfortune of his life. He became a Commoner of Queen's College, probably with a ... more »
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William Taylor Collins Poems
In the Downhill of Life
In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining, May my lot no less fortunate be Than a snug elbow-chair can afford for reclining, And a cot that o'erlooks the wide sea;
A Song from Shakespeare's Cymbeline Sung...
To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each op'ning sweet, of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring.
How Sleep The Brave
HOW sleep the brave, who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallow'd mould,
Ode to Evening
If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song, May hope, chaste Eve, to soothe thy modest ear, Like thy own solemn springs, Thy springs and dying gales,
Ode on the Poetical Character
As once, if not with light regard, I read aright that gifted bard, (Him whose school above the rest His loveliest Elfin Queen has blest,)
Ode to Liberty
S T R O P H E. WHO shall wake the Spartan Fife, And call in solemn Sounds to Life,
Eclogue the Second Hassan
SCENE, the Desert TIME, Mid-day 10 In silent horror o'er the desert-waste The driver Hassan with his camels passed. One cruse of water on his back he bore,
Eclogue the First Selim
SCENE, a Valley near Bagdat TIME, the Morning `Ye Persian maids, attend your poet's lays, And hear how shepherds pass their golden days:
Written in the beginning of the Year 1746. HOW sleep the Brave, who sink to Rest, By all their Country's Wishes blest!
Dirge In Cymbeline
TO fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring.
An Epistle Addressed To Sir Thomas Hanme...
WHILE, born to bring the Muse's happier days, A patriot's hand protects a poet's lays, While nurs'd by you she sees her myrtles bloom, Green and unwither'd o'er his honour'd tomb;
O D E, To a Lady on the Death of Colon...
1. W H I L E, lost to all his former Mirth, Britannia's Genius bends to Earth,
Ode to Pity
O THOU, the Friend of Man assign'd, With balmy Hands his Wounds to bind, And charm his frantic Woe: When first Distress with Dagger keen
Ode to Simplicity
O thou, by Nature taught To breathe her genuine thought In numbers warmly pure, and sweetly strong; Who first on mountains wild,
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In the Downhill of Life
In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining,
May my lot no less fortunate be
Than a snug elbow-chair can afford for reclining,
And a cot that o'erlooks the wide sea;
With an ambling pad-pony to pace o'er the lawn,
While I carol away idle sorrow,
And blithe as the lark that each day hails the dawn
Look forward with hope for tomorrow.
With a porch at my door, both for shelter and shade too,
As the sunshine or rain may prevail;
And a small spot of ground for the use of the spade too,
With a barn for the use of the flail;
A cow for my dairy, a dog for...