William Collins
William Collins
Eighteenth-century English poet whose lyrical works include Odes on Several Descriptive and Allegorical Subjects and Ode on the Popular Superstitions of the Highlands. Poet John Langhorne published Collins' collected poems in 1765.
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth25 December 1721
dark earth flow holding lakes last man ready rivers rock shore waiting water
Between the dark lakes where the dark rivers flow there is no ferry waiting on the shore of rock and no man holding a long oar, ready to take your last coin. This is the real earth and the real water it contains.
early greece heavenly music
When Music, heavenly maid, was young,While yet in early Greece she sung.
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T was sad by fits, by starts 't was wild.
dark earth holding lakes last man rivers shore waiting water
Between the dark lakes where the dark rivers flowthere is no ferry waiting on the shore of rockand no man holding a long oar,ready to take your last coin.This is the real earth and the real water it contains.
cold inspire thou till work
Faints the cold work till thou inspire the whole.
distance eyes horn melancholy mellow notes pale wild
With eyes up-rais'd, as one inspir'd, Pale Melancholy sate retir'd, And from her wild sequester'd seat, In notes by distance made more sweet, Pour'd thro' the mellow horn her pensive soul.
along car last road sent
There are many that I miss,having sent my last one out a car windowsparking along the road one night, years ago.
along car last road sent window
There are many that I miss, having sent my last one out a car window sparking along the road one night, years ago.
continues emotions grief history human poetry record whatever whether
Poetry is the history of the human heart, and it continues to record the history of human emotion, whether it's celebration or grief or whatever it may be.
families love rather warehouse words
I would rather see words out on their own, awayfrom their families and the warehouse of Rogetwandering the world where they sometimes fallin love with a completely different word.
fall families love rather wandering warehouse words
I would rather see words out on their own, away from their families and the warehouse of Roget wandering the world where they sometimes fall in love with a completely different word.
coffee dark dry kitchen light mix rush taste
I would go into the kitchen for coffeeand on the way back to the page,curled in its roller,I would light one up and feelits dry rush mix with the dark taste of coffee.
coffee dark dry kitchen light mix rush taste
I would go into the kitchen for coffee and on the way back to the page, curled in its roller, I would light one up and feel its dry rush mix with the dark taste of coffee.
beating begin chair confession poem tie torture
But all they want to doIs tie the poem to a chair with ropeAnd torture a confession out of it.They begin beating it with a hoseTo find out what it really means.