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• Fill'd with fury, rapt, inspired. -- William Collins (1720-1756) -- The Passions, Line 10
• T was sad by fits, by starts 't was wild.
  -- William Collins (1720-1756) -- The Passions, Line 28...
• In notes by distance made more sweet. -- William Collins (1720-1756) -- The Passions, Line 60
• O Music! sphere-descended maid, Friend of Pleasure, Wisdom's aid!
  -- William Collins (1720-1756) -- The Passions, Line 95...
• When Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung.
  -- William Collins (1720-1756) -- The Passions, Line 1...
• Fate sits on these dark battlements and frowns, And as the portal opens to receive me, A voice in hollow murmurs through the courts Tells of a nameless deed.
  -- Ann Radcliffe (1764-1823)...
• Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell: 'T is virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell.
  -- William Collins (1720-1756) -- Oriental Eclogues, 1, Line 5...
• In numbers warmly pure and sweetly strong. -- William Collins (1720-1756) -- Ode to Simplicity
• In yonder grave a Druid lies. -- William Collins (1720-1756) -- Death of Thomso