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The west'ring sun had shed his farewell ray
On Arcetri, as Milton with deep awe,

Ent'ring th' abode of Galileo, saw

That great and god-like man in act to pray ;

The beams of heaven glowed on his tresses gray, But his shrunk eye-balls sought their light in vain :— "Father," he cried, "thy son shall not complain,

But spare, he prays thee, spare

his mental day!"

O, be it mine! exclaim'd the youthful bard,
When fallen on evil days, to copy thee,

And, whilst contending for truth's fond regard,

Ask light from heaven, nor heed what men decree !—
It shall be thine, a seraph-voice replied,

Pass but a few short years, and be your fates allied!

I shall close this paper, and with it the Mornings in Spring, by an attempt to complete a poem from the pen of Collins, of which only a small fragment has descended to us. The task is undoubtedly an arduous one, and in some degree a presumptuous one; but I have been so much struck with the only four lines of this poem which time hath spared, as to disregard the hazard which must necessarily accompany the effort to finish a design from so great

a master.

In a letter from the late laureat, Thomas War

ton, to Wm. Hymers, A. B. of Queen's College, Oxford, that accomplished scholar relates, that on a visit to Collins at Chichester, with his brother, Dr. Joseph Warton, in Sept. 1754, the lamented poet, after showing them his " published Ode on the Superstitions of the Highlands of Scotland, produced another of two or three four-lined stanzas, called the Bell of Arragon; on a tradition that, anciently, just before a king of Spain died, the great bell of the cathedral of Sarragossa, in Arragon, tolled spontaneously. It began thus: The bell of Arragon, they say,

Spontaneous speaks the fatal day, &c.

"Soon afterwards were these lines:

Whatever dark aerial power,

Commissioned, haunts the gloomy tower.

"The last stanza consisted of a moral transition

to his own death and knell, which he called ' simpler bell.'

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This letter, which was originally published in a periodical work entitled "The Reaper," I have reprinted in the last number of the selection which


gave to the public in 1811, under, the appellation of "The Gleaner,” adding, as a note at the close of that paper, the following remarks:

"Of this exquisite poet, who, in his genius, and in his personal fate, bears a strong resemblance to the celebrated Tasso, it is greatly to be regretted that the reliques are so few. I must particularly lament the loss of the ode entitled The Bell of Arragon, which, from the four lines preserved in this paper, seems to have been written with the poet's wonted power of imagination, and to have closed in a manner strikingly moral and pathetic. I rather wonder that Mr. Warton, who partook much of the romantic bias of Collins, was not induced to fill up the impressive outline*.”

I have only to express a hope that what is now offered, with a view of supplying the defect, may be deemed not altogether unaccordant with the character of the poetry which it aims to emulate.

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Whatever dark aerial power

Commissioned, haunts the gloomy tower, So deep the spell, each starts with fear That strange unearthly sound to hear.


O'er me, when death his arm hath flung,
May no such awful knell be rung;
But, breathing mild a last farewell,
Toll sad, yet sweet, some simpler bell!


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