COLLINS, WILLIAM

born Dec. 25, 1721, Chichester, Sussex, Eng. died June 12, 1759, Chichester pre-Romantic English poet whose lyrical odes adhered to Neoclassical forms but were Romantic in theme and feeling. Though his literary career was brief and his output slender, he is considered one of the finest English lyric poets of the 18th century. He was educated at Winchester College, where he formed one of the most stable and fruitful relationships of his unstable life: his friendship with the poet Thomas Warton. When only 17, under the influence of Pope's Pastorals, he composed his four Persian Eclogues (1742; 2nd ed., Oriental Eclogues, 1757), the only one of his works to be esteemed in his lifetime. In 1744 he published his verse Epistle: Addrest to Sir Thomas Hanmer on his Edition of Shakespeare's Works, containing his exquisite Dirge from Cymbeline. Collins was graduated from Magdalen College, Oxford (1743), and went to London in 1744. An inheritance, supplemented by an allowance from his uncle, enabled him to live as a man-about-town. He made friends with Dr. Johnson, who expressed respect for his talents and, later, concern for his fate. By 1746 extravagance and dissipation put Collins deeply in debt. He agreed to collaborate with Warton on a volume of odes, which appeared separately that December (the title page of Collins' Odes being dated 1747). Warton's collection was well received, but Collins' Odes on Several Descriptive and Allegorical Subjects was barely noticed. Though disappointed, Collins continued to perfect the style exemplified in his Ode to Simplicity. In 1749 Collins' uncle died, leaving him enough money to extricate himself from debt. In the next few months he wrote his Ode on the Popular Superstitions of the Highlands of Scotland, which anticipates many of the attitudes and interests of the Romantic poets. Threatened after 1751 by mental illness and physical debility, which he tried to cure by travel, Collins was confined in a mental asylum in 1754. Released to the care of his sister, he survived wretchedly in Chichester for five more years, neglected and forgotten by his literary friends, who believed him dead.