Fill'd with fury, rapt, inspired.
-- William Collins (1720-1756)
-- The Passions, Line 10
-- William Collins (1720-1756)
-- The Passions, Line 10
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- In hollow murmurs died away.
-- William Collins (1720-1756)
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The Passions, Line... - T was sad by fits, by starts 't was wild.
-- William Collins (1720-1756)
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The Passions, Line... - In notes by distance made more sweet.
-- William Collins (1720-1756)
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The Passions, Line... - O Music! sphere-descended maid,
Friend of Pleasure,
Wisdom's aid! -- William Collins (1720-1756) -- The... - When Music, heavenly maid, was young,
While yet in early Greece she sung.
William Collins (1720-1756) -- The Passions, Line... - Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell:
'T is virtue makes the bliss,
where'er we dwell. -- William Collins (1720-1756)... - And looks commercing with the skies,
Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.
John Milton (1608-1674) -- Il Penseroso, Line... - Praise enough
To fill the ambition of a private man,
That Chatham's language was his mother tongue. --... - With filial confidence inspired,
Can lift to Heaven an unpresumptuous eye,
And smiling say, My Father made them all! -- William...
