ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
, "On the Death of Mr. Waller" Poems to the Memory of that incomparable Poet Edmond Waller (1688) 14-16.
1655 ca.: Charles Cotton
1667: Sir William Temple
1670 ca.: Lord Clarendon
1673: Richard Flecknoe
1678: Thomas Rymer
1680: Earl of Rochester
1683: John Dryden
1688: Aphra Behn
1688: Bevil Higgons
1688: Sir John Cotton
1688: Thomas Rymer
1693: J. Talbot
1694: Joseph Addison
1699: Charles Gildon
1700: Samuel Cobb
1700 ca.: John Hughes
1710 ca.: Gilbert Burnet
1712: Bezaleel Morrice
1713: Rev. Henry Felton
1720: Giles Jacob
1721: Judith Cowper Madan
1721: Mr. B.
1721: Mr. Johnson
1728: James Ralph
1728: Jane Brereton
1735: Mary Barber
1744: Dr. Mark Akenside
1746: Edmund Burke
1761: Rev. Charles Churchill
1769: Daniel Hayes
1774: Rev. Robert Potter
1776: Oliver Goldsmith
1776: John Nichols
1782: Rev. Joseph Warton
1787: Samuel Jackson Pratt
1789: Philip Neve
1789: Edmond Malone
1795: Dr. Robert Anderson
1800: Dr. Nathan Drake
1802: George Dyer
1803: George Dyer
1806: Dr. John Aikin
1807: Robert Southey
1812: William Henry Ireland
1818: William Hazlitt
1824: Bryan Waller Procter
1826: Richard Ryan
1829: Anna Brownell Jameson
1842: C. H. Timperley
1851: Leigh Hunt
1880: Edmund Gosse
1882: Epes Sargent
1688: Edmund Waller
1693: William Congreve
1693: John Dryden
1716 ca.: Alexander Pope
Ah! had thy Body lasted, as thy Name,
Secure of Life, as now thou art of Fame;
Thou had'st more Ages than old Nestor seen:
Nor had thy Phoebus more immortal been.
To thee alone we are beholden more
Than all the Poets of the Times before.
Thy Muse, inspir'd with a Genteeler Rage,
Did first refine the Genius of our Age.
In thee a clear and female softness shin'd,
With Masculine Vigour, Force, and Judgment joyn'd.
You, in soft Strains, for Courts and Ladies, sung,
So natural your Thought, so sweet your Song,
The gentle Sex did still partake your Flame,
And all the Coyness of your Mistress blame;
Still mov'd with you, did the same Passions find,
And vow'd that Sacharissa was unkind.
Oh! may the World ne're lose so brave a Flame;
May one succeed in Genius, and in Fame.
May, from thy Urn, some Phoenix, Waller, rise,
Whom the admiring World, like thee, may prize;
May he, in thy immortal Numbers, sing,
And paint the Glories of our matchless King:
Oh! may his verse of mighty Waller taste,
And mend the coming Age, as you the last.
Within that Sacred Pile where Kings do come,
Both to receive their Crowns, and find a Tomb,
There is a lonely Isle; which holy Place
The lasting Monuments of Poets grace.
Thither, amongst th' inspired Train, convey,
And, in their Company, his Ashes lay:
Let him with Spencer and great Cowley be,
He, who is much the greatest of the Three.
Though there so many Crowns and Mitres lye,
(For Kings, and Saints, as well as we, must dye)
Those venerable Walls were never blest,
Since their Foundation, with a nobler Guest.
With them, great Soul, thou shalt Immortal live,
And, in thy deathless Numbers Fate survive:
Fresh, as thy Sacharissa's Beauty, still
Thy Bays shall grow, which Time can never kill.
Far as our conqu'ring British Lyon roars,
Far as the Poles, or the remotest Shores,
Where're is known or heard the English Name,
The distant World shall hear of Waller's Fame.
Thou only shalt with Nature's self expire,
And all the World, in the sumpreamest Fire;
When Horace and fam'd Virgil dye, when all
That's Great, or Noble, shall together fall.