Dante, Purgat. l. 8.
And pilgrim newly on his road with love
Thrills, if he hear the vesper bell from far
That seems to mourn for the expiring day.
Cary’s Translation.
2. This verse seems to have strong features of similarity with the following in Collins’s “Ode to Evening:”
“Now air is hush’d, save where the weak-ey’d bat
“With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing,
“Or where the beetle winds
“His small but sullen horn.”