...might well moralise on his bachelorship, and call himself ' a solidary fly.' Thy loy, no glitt'ring female meets ; No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display ! *" Collins was never a lover, and never married. His odes, with all their exquisite fancy and splendid...

...by the hand uf rough mischance. Or chill'd by age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rest. " Methinks I hear, in accents low. The sportive kind reply : Poor moralist I and what art thou Î A solitary fly I Thy joys no glittering female meets. No hive hast thou of hoarded...

...Brush'd by the hand of rough Mischance, Or chill'd by Age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rest. Methinks I hear, in accents low, The sportive kind...! and what art thou ? A solitary fly ! Thy joys no glitt'ring female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display : On hasty...

...Brush'd by the hand of rough Mischance, Or chill'd by Age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rest. Methinks I hear, in accents low, The sportive kind...Moralist! and what art thou? A solitary fly! Thy joys no glitt'ring female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display: On hasty...

...Brush'd by the hand of rough Mischance, Or chill'd by Age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rest. Methinks I hear, in accents low, The sportive kind...! and what art thou ? A solitary fly ! Thy joys no glitt'ring female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display : On hasty...

...Brush'd by the hand of rough Mischance, Or chill'd by Age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rest. Methinks I hear in accents low, The sportive kind...Moralist! and what art thou ? A solitary fly! Thy joys no glitt'ring female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, • Nare per sestatem liquidam. Virg....

...Brush'd by the hand of rough Mischance, Or chill'd by Age, their airy dance. They leave, in dust to rest. Methinks I hear in accents low The sportive kind reply:...thy spring is gone — We frolic, while 'tis May. ODE II. Olt THE DEATH OF A FAVOURITE CAT, Drowned in a Tub of Gold Fishes, J- WAS on a lofty vase's...

...by the hand of rough mischance, Or chill'd by age, their airy dance They leaye, in dust to rest. ; the conscious groves, The scene of hia past triumphs...Sadly surveying where he- ranjj'd alone •Prince glitt'ring female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sheets, No painted plumage to display ; On nasty...

...Brnsh'd by the hand of rough mischance, Or cbill'd by age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rent Methinks I hear, in accents low, The sportive kind...! and what art thou ' A solitary fly ! Thy joys no gHtt'rinj femnle meets, \n hive bust I In. u of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display ; Ou...

...d by the hand of rough mischance, Or chill'd by age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rest. Methinks I hear, in accents low, The sportive kind reply : Poor Moralist ! and what art thou ? Thy joys no glittering female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display...