There first the wren thy myrtles fhed And while he fung the female heart, With youth's foft notes unfpoil'd by art, The Ode to Fear is fo nervous, fo expreffive, and so picturefque throughout, that we have feen no lyric performance fuperior to it in the English language. Thus it begins: Thou, to whom the world unknown 1 fee, I fee thee near. I know thy hurried ftep, thy haggard eye! The abbreviation of the measure in the fifth and fixth verfes is most nervously expreffive, and moft happily adapted to the fuddennefs. of the motion excited. Danger, which is properly introduced as a perfonage in the train of Fear, is fo characteristically defcribed, that there is no looking upon the picture without horrour : Danger, whofe limbs of giant-mold, Certainly it is not in the power of human invention to produce an image of greater force and propriety than that which is exhibited in the two laft quoted verfes, where Danger is reprefented as fleeping on the loofely-hanging rock of a precipice. The dreadful Beings that attend him are defcribed with equal trength of imagination : And with him thoufand phantoms join'd, The effential part which Fear bears in the drama, could not be overlooked by an Imagination like that of Mr. Collins, and he very properly refers to its effects on the Crecian theatre: In earliest Greece to thee, with partial choice, Silent and pale in wild amazement hung. Yet all the thunders of the fcene are thine. In the Antiftrophe, which concludes this inimitable Ode, Fear is thus addreffed: Say, wilt thou fhroud in haunted cell, 'Gainst which the big waves beat, Hear drowning feamen's cries in tempefts brought. After this he alludes to a scenery and a fuperftition common in Or mine, or flood, the works of men! The allufions to fcenes of ancient Enthufiafm and Poetry, in the Ode to Simplicity, are happily defigned, and delightfully expreffed : By all the honey'd store On Hybla's thymy fhore; By all her blooms, and mingled murmurs dear, By her whofe love-lorn woe, In evening mufings flow, Sooth'd fweetly-fad Electra's Poet's ear: By old Cephifus deep, Who fpread his wavy fweep. In warbled wanderings round thy green retreat, When holy Freedom died, No equal haunt allur'd thy future feet. O fifter meek of Truth, To my admiring youth, Thy fober aid, and native charms infufe! The flowers that sweetest breathe, Tho' Beauty cull'd the wreath, Still afk thy hand to range their order'd hues. Simplicity is effentially neceffary to the perfection of every poetical work; and Mr. Collins has borne witnefs, by all his per C 4 formances, mances, but particularly by his Oriental Eclogues, to the truth of the following ftanza: Tho' Tafte, tho' Genius blefs, To fome divine excess, Faint's the cold work, 'till thou infpire the whole; May court, may charm the eye, Thou, only thou canst raise the meeting foul. After this, how much in character is the next stanza, with which the Ode concludes? Of thefe let others afk, To aid fome mighty task, I only feek to find thy temperate vale: To maids, and fhepherds round, And all thy fous. O Nature, learn my tale. The Ode on the poetical Character is fo extremely wild and exorbitant, that it seems to have been written wholly during the tvany of imagination. Some, however, there are whofe conznal ipirits may keep pace with the Poet in his most excentric ts, and from fome of his cafual ftrokes may catch those fabil de ideas which, like him, they have experienced, but have rever been able to exprefs-Some, to whom Fancy the few. The ceft of amplest power has given ; To whom the godlike gift aligns, To gaze her vifions wild, and feel unmix'd her flame. But poetry fo entirely abftracted, can only be entertaining to By fairy-hands their knell is rung, To dwell a weeping Hermit there. The Strophe in the Ode to Mercy affords the finest subject for a picture that imagination can form : O thou, who fit'it a fmiling bride, Gentle Gentleft of fky-born forms, and beft-ador'd: And hid'ft in wreaths of flowers his bloodlefs fword! There is fomething perfectly claffical in Mr. Collins's manner, both with respect to his imagery and his compofition; and Horace's rule of ut Pictura Poefis, was never better observed than in the above-quoted verfes. The fame ftyle of painting, though somewhat bolder, characterises the Ode to Liberty : Who fhall awake the Spartan fife, And call in folemn founds to life, At once the breath of fear and virtue fhedding, The Poet, after thefe lines, refers to that beautiful fragment of Alcoeus: εν μυρίε κλαδί, &c. which, together with a tranflation, the Reader will find in the firft article of our Review for October, 1762. The ruin of the Liberties and of the State of Rome are defcribed in a moft picturefque and pathetic manner : No, Freedom, no: I will not tell, And many a barbarous yell to thoufand fragments broke. The ancient tradition that there was formerly a temple of Liberty in Britain, awakes, at once, the enthufiafm, and the patriotism of our liberal Bard. Hear with what rapture he dwells upon the thought: Then too, 'tis faid, an hoary pile, Yet Yet ftill, if Truth those beams infufe, Their triumphs to th' immortal string. In the Paffions, an Ode for Mufic, (which, if we are not miftaken, was fometime ago fet by Dr. Hayes) the emotions of the foul are defcribed, and the movements of the verse adapted to them with equal happiness: But thou, O Hope, with eyes fo fair, And bad the lovely fcenes at diftance hail! And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, And where her fweetest theme the chofe, Amid the chords, bewilder'd, laid, Even at the found himself had made. It is with peculiar pleasure that we do this juftice to a Poet who was too great to be popular, and whofe genius was neglected, because it was above the common taste. The Author. A Poem. By C. Churchill. 4to. 2s. 6d. Flexney. HIS is, in our opinion, the moft agreeable, and the most unexceptionable of all Mr. Churchill's Poems, whether we confider the tendency of the fubject, or the execution. The interefts of Genius and Learning are cordially efpoufed, and powerfully fupported, while the contempt of profeffed Ignorance, and the fhallowness of Pretenders to Science, are juftly expofed, and lafh'd by the blameless rod of general Satire.Sometimes, |