1789 ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION

William Collins

Anonymous, in The Grove of Fancy (1789) 37-38.



Hark! COLLINS strikes the potent shell;
The Passions throng the magick cell!
And, as Madness rul'd the hour,
On the strings their soul they pour.
Timotheus erst so struck the lyre,
As Persia's Court did once admire.
Alas! no Court may COLLINS tread;
The Bard by scanty pittance fed,
Ah! see, the glorious Maniack dies!
Each heav'nly Muse, affrighted, flies!

But mightier in abstracted song,
His notes the Muses, pleas'd, prolong.
Ye vulgar, fly! nor dare to view
What, Genius, is but meant for you.
O Muse! refrain: nor, rashly bold,
Do thou the mystick scene unfold,
Where all the shadowy tribes of mind,
In braided dance, their murmurs join'd.