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Quotes from Ode to Evening — William Collins

1721–1759 England

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Now air is hushed, save where the weak-eyed bat,
With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing,
Or where the beetle winds
His small but sullen horn,
As oft he rises 'midst the twilight path,
Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum.

Ode to Evening (1747)

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Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: William Collins (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.