"How have I sat, where piped the pensive wind, To hear his harp by British Fairfax strung; Prevailing poet, whose undoubting mind Believed the magic wonders which he sung. Hence at each sound imagination glows; [Hence, at each picture, vivid life starts here!] Hence his warm lay with softest sweetness flows; Melting it flows, pure, num'rous, strong and clear; And fills th' impassion'd heart, and wins th' harmonious ear."
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William Collins, Ode on the Popular Superstitions of the Highlands of Scotland (written 1749, published 1788), lines 197–205
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Edward Fairfax
Edward Fairfax (1580? – 27 January 1635) was an English translator.
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