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
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.
family means park words
It means treasury, but it is just a placewhere words congregate with their relatives,a big park where hundreds of family reunionsare always being held.
family means park words
It means treasury, but it is just a place where words congregate with their relatives, a big park where hundreds of family reunions are always being held.
brings fresh giving quality release together ways words
When words are put together in fresh ways there is a pleasure-giving quality in language, which brings a release of endorphins.
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.
against broken lean low yeats
And with Yeats you lean against a broken pear tree, the day hooded by low clouds.
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.
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.
curve flashes help posted road sunlight traveling vanish watch
The sunlight flashes off your windshield,and when I look up into the small, posted mirror,I watch you diminish--my echo, my twin--and vanish around a curve in this whipof a road we can't help traveling together.
curve flashes help posted road sunlight traveling vanish watch whip
The sunlight flashes off your windshield, and when I look up into the small, posted mirror, I watch you diminish--my echo, my twin-- and vanish around a curve in this whip of a road we can't help traveling together.
against blowing spaces wind
Here's to the wind blowing against this lighted houseand to the vast, windless spaces between the stars.
against blowing house spaces wind
Here's to the wind blowing against this lighted house and to the vast, windless spaces between the stars.
modest soothe thy
If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song, / May hope, chaste Eve, to soothe thy modest ear.