William Taylor Collins
William Taylor Collins Poems
- Ode To Evening If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song, ...
- A Song From Shakespeare's Cymb...
- In The Downhill Of Life In the downhill of life, when I find ...
- Ode To Simplicity O thou, by Nature taught To ...
- How Sleep The Brave HOW sleep the brave, who sink to rest By...
- Eclogue The Second Hassan SCENE, the Desert TIME, Mid-day ...
- Eclogue The First Selim SCENE, a Valley near Bagdat TIME, the...
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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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,
O nymph reserv'd, while now the bright-hair'd sun
Sits in yon western tent, whose cloudy skirts,
With brede ethereal wove,
O'erhang his wavy bed:
Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-ey'd bat,
With short shrill shriek, flits by on leathern wing,
Or where the beetle winds
His small but sullen horn,
As oft he rises 'midst the twilight path,