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the following passage one might be induced to think that the poet had it in view to render his subject and his versification suitable to each other on this occasion, and that, when he addressed himself to the sober power of Evening, he had thought proper to lay aside the foppery of rhyme; 'Now teach me, maid composed | To breathe some soften'd strain, | Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, | May not unseemly with its stillness suit, | As, musing slow, I hail Thy genial loved return!' But whatever were the numbers, or the versification of this ode, the imagery and enthusiasm it contains could not fail of rendering it delightful. No other of Mr. Collins's odes is more generally characteristic of his genius. In one place we discover his passion for visionary beings: 'For when thy folding-star arising shows | His paly circlet, at his warning lamp | The fragrant Hours, and Elves | Who slept in buds the day, | And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge, | And sheds the freshening dew, and, lovelier still, | The pensive Pleasures sweet, | Prepare thy shadowy car.' In another we behold his strong bias to melancholy: 'Then let me rove some wild and heathy scene, | Or find some ruin 'midst its dreary dells, | Whose walls more awful nod | By thy religious gleams.' Then appears his taste for what is wildly grand and magnificent in nature; when, prevented by storms from enjoying his evening walk, he wishes for a situation, 'That from the mountain's side | Views wilds and swelling floods' and through the whole, his invariable attachment to the expression of painting: — 'and marks o'er all | Thy dewy fingers draw | The gradual dusky veil.' It might be a sufficient encomium on this beautiful ode to observe, that it has been particularly admired by a lady to whom nature has given the most perfect principles of taste. She has not even complained of the want of rhyme in it; a circumstance by no means unfavourable to the cause of lyric blank verse; for surely, if a fair reader can endure an ode without bells and chimes, the masculine genius may dispense with them" Poetical Works of Mr. William Collins. finally, I can say it's a note for Horace.