Poems by William Taylor Collins
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Ode: How Sleep the Brave
... To bless the turf that wraps their clay ...
The Passions. An Ode to Music
... While each strain'd ball of sight seem'd bursting from his head ...
Dear Reader
... and with Yeats you lean against a broken pear tree, ...
Ode to Evening
... Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, rose-lipp'd Health, ...
from "A Sigh For Old Times"
... The "Curly Hill" our playground was -our camp the "Cottage Lea ...
An Ode on the Popular Superstitions of the Highlands of Scotland, Considered as the Subject of Poetry
... Drown'd by the kaelpie's wrath, nor e'er shall aid thee more!' ...
How Sleep The Brave
... To bless the turf that wraps their clay ...
Eclogue the Second: HASSAN; or, the Camel-driver.
... Thrice sighted, thrice struck his breast, and thus began: ...
Eclogue the Third Abra
... And oft as spring renewed the plains with flowers, ...
Ode to Simplicity
... Thy babe, or Pleasure's, nurs'd the pow'rs of song! ...
Ode To Liberty
... For thou hast made her vales thy lov'd, thy last abode! ...
Eclogue the First Selim
... With wealth in courts, nor all that haunt the plains: ...
A Song from Shakespeare's Cymbeline Sung by Guiderus and Ar
... Soft maids and village hinds shall bring ...
The Only Day In Existence
... But the morning light is only the first line ...
In The Downhill Of Life
... On the brink of the grave Ill not seek to keep hovring, ...
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