William Collins Quotes

United Kingdom, Poet
December 25, 1721 – June, 12, 1759.

William Collins (25 December 1721 – 12 June 1759) was an English poet. Second in influence only to Thomas Gray, he was an important poet of the middle decades of the 18th century. His lyrical odes mark a turn away from the Augustan poetry of Alexander Pope's generation and towards the Romantic era which would soon follow.

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.

William Collins
- World
- Word
- Families
Beloved, till life can charm no more; And mourned, till Pity's self be dead

William Collins
- Life
- Self
- Dead

It seems only yesterday I used to believethere was nothing under my skin but light.If you cut me, I would shine.But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life,I skin my knees. I bleed.

William Collins
- Fall
- Seems
- Skin
Prior to Wordsworth, humor was an essential part of poetry. I mean, they don't call them Shakespeare comedies for nothing.

William Collins
- English
- Humor
- Poet
Words like feminism or democracy scare me. They are words with barnacles on them, and you can't see what's underneath.

William Collins
- Democracy
- Poet
- Scare
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.

William Collins
- History
- Human
- Grief
I want to remove my hat, close my eyes,and feel the sun, warm and intermittent, on my face.

William Collins
- Eyes
- Close
- Warm
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.

William Collins
- Family
- Words
- Means

Not to say that authors are all such sourpusses, but you meet the author in the best possible way, on the written page. I am at my best there, more patient, more thoughtful.

William Collins
- Best
- Possible
- Written
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.

William Collins
- Light
- Dark
- Coffee
O Music! sphere-descended maid, / Friend of Pleasure, Wisdom's aid!

William Collins
- Music
- Friend
T was sad by fits, by starts 't was wild.

William Collins
- Sad
- Starts