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• In hollow murmurs died away. -- William Collins (1720-1756) -- The Passions, Line 68
• 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...
• 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...
• And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Il Penseroso, Line 39...
• Praise enough To fill the ambition of a private man, That Chatham's language was his mother tongue.
  -- William Cowper (1731-1800) -- The Task, Book ii, The Timepiece, Line 235...
• With filial confidence inspired, Can lift to Heaven an unpresumptuous eye, And smiling say, My Father made them all!
  -- William Cowper (1731-1800) -- The Task, Book v, The Winter Morning Walk, Line 745...