ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Anonymous, "Mr. Hayley to Miss Seward" The Argus (12 March 1790).
1766: P. Adey
1781: Samuel Johnson of Shrewsbury
1781: William Hayley
1782: Rev. William Bagshaw Stevens
1783: Helen Maria Williams
1783: Mary Scott
1783: G. I. L.
1783: M. O. S.
1784: William Hayley
1785: Thomas Sedgwick Whalley
1785: D. C.
1785: Rev. Robert Greville
1786: William Hayley
1786: S. A.
1786: Rev. William Bagshaw Stevens
1786: M. C. S.
1787: Richard Porson
1787: Francis Noel Clarke Mundy
1788: Joseph Weston
1788: Edward Pye-Waters
1788: Thomas Lister
1788: Rev. Richard Polwhele
1789: William Newton, the Peak Minstrel
1789: John Williams
1790 ca.: George Hardinge
1790: Thomas Trotter
1790: Susanna Pearson
1791: Jane West
1791: J. N.
1792: John Bennet
1793: Rev. George Butt
1796: William Bagshaw Stevens
1796: Robert Farren Cheetham
1796: Rev. Henry Francis Cary
1797: Thomas Park
1797: David Samwell
1798: Edward Gardner
1799: Robert Fellows
1799: Francis Noel Clarke Mundy
1799: W. Woolston
1799: Christopher Smyth
1800 ca.: Dr. Erasmus Darwin
1801: Alexander Thomson
1802: Henry Kirke White
1802: Margaret Holford
1802: Robert Farren Cheetham
1804: W. Fitzthomas
1805: Capel Lofft
1807: John Murray
1808: W. M. T.
1809: H. Burrington
1811: Bp. Thomas Percy
1811: Dr. Robert Anderson
1811: Mary Russell Mitford
1811: Charles Kirkpatrick Sharpe
1811: Walter Savage Landor
1811: Jane West
1811: Rev. Richard Polwhele
1811: Sir Walter Scott
1812: Hannah More
1812 ca.: George Hardinge
1812: Charles Caleb Colton
1814: Melesina Chenevix Trench
1821: Lord Byron
1827: Alexander Dyce
1828: Leigh Hunt
1830: William Wordsworth
1833: Robert Southey
1834: Sir Samuel Egerton Brydges
1851: Dr. David Macbeth Moir
1855: Sarah Josepha Hale
Hail Nymph of wailing song whose toiling care
Thy gloomy Lyre has ton'd to sad despair;
Thou who hast pour'd the sadly swollen verse,
Soft blind attendant to the Muse's hearse,
'Tis thine to raise the sombre pall of song,
And shew thy death-cold subject stretch'd along:
To make pale sorrow wear a dimmer eye,
And melancholy's fate a deeper dye.
To darken all the hues of brooding woe,
For the lone tear — bid streaming torrents flow;
To bid dark mists and scowling clouds arise,
And summon all the horrors of the skies:
As when the blear-ey'd Muse in feeble lay,
Wept for great CORK and Britain's loss — ANDRE!
But when affection wakes another strain,
Thy toiling line can numb the force of pain.
Thy dear epistle spread a sweet controul,
A downy charm around my wounded soul,
Made every prospect brighten into day,
Check'd the rude wish, and swept my cares away.
No broken slumbers wear away the night,
Nor playhouse visions rave before my sight,
Nor does EUDORA in her wonted form,
Stalk o'er the stage amid the hissing storm,
Or the fear'd comment of that novel sage,
Yclept BLUE STOCKING tempt me into rage;
But calm Vacuity with her blank wand,
Now sits astride on my pineal gland.
Sweet rhiming maid thy proffer'd meed of praise,
Deserves the tribute of my grateful lays;
And if the Fates — (avert it powers divine!)
Should cut thy thread before they fever mine,
Thy talents rare shall live in spight of death,
The Muse shall chaunt them with her latest breath;
Shall fondly dwell on thy sepulchral song;
Each beauty strengthen and each thought prolong,
Pour from her mourning shell thy letter'd fame,
And bid huge stanzas swell with SEWARD'S name.