The thick-sprung reeds, which watery marshes yield, The crackling wood beneath the tempest bends, And journeys sad beneath the dropping trees: While here enchanted gardens to him rise, The birds, dismiss'd, (while you remain,) What frenzy in my bosom rag'd, And by what care to be assuag'd? What gentle youth I would allure, Whom in my artful toils secure? Who does thy tender heart subdue, Tell me, my Sappho, tell me who? Though now he shuns thy longing arms, Though now he freeze, he soon shall burn, And be thy victim in his turn. Celestial visitant, once more A HYMN TO VENUS. From the Greek of Sappho. O VENUS, beauty of the skies, If ever thou hast kindly heard Thou once didst leave almighty Jove, A FRAGMENT OF SAPPHO. BLEST as the immortal gods is he, The youth who fondly sits by thee, And hears and sees thee all the while Softly speak, and sweetly smile. "Twas this deprived my soul of rest, My bosom glow'd; the subtle flame In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd, 282 WILLIAM COLLINS. WILLIAM COLLINS, a distinguished modern poet, of disorder in his mind, perceptible to any but him. was born at Chichester, in 1720 or 1721, where his self. He was reading the New Testament. "I father exercised the trade of a hatter. He received have but one book," said he, "but it is the best." his education at Winchester College, whence he en- He was finally consigned to the care of his sister, in tered as a commoner of Queen's College, Oxford. whose arms he finished his short and melancholy In 1741, he procured his election into Magdalen course, in the year 1756. college as a demy; and it was here that he wrote It is from his Odes, that Collins derives his chief his poetical "Epistle to Sir Thomas Hanmer," poetical fame; and in compensation for the neglect and his "Oriental Eclogues;" of both which with which they were treated at their first appearpieces the success was but moderate. In 1744, he ance, they are now almost universally regarded as came to London as a literary adventurer, and va- the first productions of the kind in our language, rious were the projects which he formed in this with respect to vigor of conception, boldness and capacity. In 1746, however, he ventured to lay variety of personification, and genuine warmth of before the public a volume of "Odes, Descriptive feeling. They are well characterized in an essay and Allegorical;" but so callous was the national prefixed to his works, in an ornamented edition pubtaste at this time, that their sale did not pay for the lished by Cadell and Davies, with which we shall printing. Collins, whose spirit was high, returned conclude this article. "He will be acknowledged to the bookseller his copy-money, burnt all the un-(says the author) to possess imagination, sweetness, sold copies, and as soon as it lay in his power, in-bold and figurative language. His numbers dwell demnified him for his small loss; yet among these on the ear, and easily fix themselves in the memory. odes, were many pieces which now rank among the His vein of sentiment is by turns tender and lofty, finest lyric compositions in the language. After always tinged with a degree of melancholy, but not this mortification, he obtained from the booksellers possessing any claim to originality.. His originality a small sum for an intended translation of Aristotle's consists in his manner, in the highly figurative garb Poetics, and paid a visit to an uncle, Lieutenant- in which he clothes abstract ideas, in the felicity of Colonel Martin, then with the army in Germany. his expressions, and his skill in embodying ideal The Colonel dying soon after, left Collins a legacy creations. He had much of the mysticism of poetry, of 2000l., a sum which raised him to temporary and sometimes became obscure by aiming at imopulence; but he now soon became incapable of pressions stronger than he had clear and well-defin'd every mental exertion. Dreadful depression of ideas to support. Had his life been prolonged, and spirits was an occasional attendant on his malady, with life had he enjoyed that ease which is necessary for which he had no remedy but the bottle. It was for the undisturbed exercise of the faculties, he about this time, that it was thought proper to con- would probably have risen far above most of his fine him in a receptacle of lunatics. Dr. Johnson contemporaries." Come, Pity, come, by Fancy's aid, There Picture's toil shall well relate, The buskin'd Muse shall near her stand, There let me oft, retir'd by day, Allow'd with thee to dwell: There waste the mournful lamp of night, Till, Virgin, thou again delight To hear a British shell! ODE TO FEAR. THOU, to whom the world unknown Ah, Fear! ah, frantic Fear! I know thy hurried step, thy haggard eye! EPODE. In earliest Greece, to thee, with partial choice The grief-full Muse address'd her infant tongue; 'The maids and matrons, on her awful voice, Silent and pale, in wild amazement hung. Yet he, the bard* who first invok'd thy name, For not alone he nurs'd the poet's flame, * Eschylus. Thou who such weary lengths hast past, Where wilt thou rest, mad nymph, at last? Say, wilt thou shroud in haunted cell, Where gloomy Rape and Murder dwell? Or in some hollow'd seat, 'Gainst which the big waves beat, Hear drowning seamen's cries in tempests brought: Dark power, with shuddering meek submitted thought, Be mine, to read the visions old, And, lest thou meet my blasted view, O thou, whose spirit most possest ODE. WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1746. How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallow'd mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod, Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By Fairy hands their knell is rung, † Jocasta. Where'er from time thou court'st relief, ODE TO EVENING. Ir aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song, Thy springs, and dying gales; O nymph reserv'd, while now the bright-hair'd Sun Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-ey'd bat, So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, ODE TO LIBERTY. STROPHY WHO shall awake the Spartan fife, At once the breath of fear and virtue shedding, Shall sing the sword, in myrtles drest, At Wisdom's shrine awhile its flame concealing, (What place so fit to seal a deed renown'd ?) Till she her brightest lightnings round revealing, It 'eap'd in glory forth, and dealt her prompted wound! O goddess, in that feeling hour, When most its sounds would court thy ears, How Rome, before thy face, With heaviest sound, a giant-statue, fell, When Time his northern sons of spoil awoke, And all the blended work of strength and grace With many a rude repeated stroke, And many a barbarous yell, to thousand fragments broke. EPODE. Yet, e'en where'er the least appear'd, In jealous Pisa's olive shade! Or dwell in willow'd meads more near, ANTISTROPHE Beyond the measure vast of thought, Where Orcas howls, his wolfish mountains rounding; A surprise. This pillar'd earth so firm and wide, By winds and inward labors torn, In thunders dread was push'd aside, And down the shouldering billows borne And see, like gems, her laughing train, Mona,t once hid from those who search the main, And Wight, who checks the westering tide, For thee consenting Heaven has each bestow'd, A fair attendant on her sovereign pride: To thee this blest divorce she ow'd, For thou hast made her vales thy lov'd, thy last abode! SECOND EPODE. Then too, 'tis said, an hoary pile, 'Midst the green navel of our isle, *The Dutch, amongst whom there are very severe penalties for those who are convicted of killing this bird. They are kept tame in almost all their towns, and par ticularly at the Hague, of the arms of which they make a part. The common people of Holland are said to en. tertain a superstitious sentiment, that if the whole species of them should become extinct, they should lose their liberties. †This tradition is mentioned by several of our old historians. Some naturalists, too, have endeavored to support the probability of the fact, by arguments drawn from the correspondent disposition of the two opposite coasts. I do not remember that any poetical use has been hitherto made of it. There is a tradition in the Isle of Man, that a mer. maid, becoming enamoured of a young man of extraordinary beauty, took an opportunity of meeting him one day as he walked on the shore, and opened her passion to him, but was received with a coldness, occasioned by his horror and surprise at her appearance. This, however, was so misconstrued by the sea-lady, that, in revenge for his treatment of her, she punished the whole island, by covering it with a mist, so that all who attempted to carry on any commerce with it, either never arrived at it, but wandered up and down the sea, or were on a sudden wrecked upon its cliffs. |