ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
, "To Miss W. occasioned by reading some Pieces of her Poetry" Darwall, Original Poems on Several Occasions, by Miss Whateley (1764) 11-12.
1759: William Woty
1761: William Shenstone
1761: John Wall
1762: John Wall
1764: Rev. John Langhorne
1766: B. F.
1788: William Hamilton Reid
1794: Rev. Henry Francis Cary
Rev. John Langhorne:
1761: George Lyttelton
1762: Robert Lloyd
1762: Sir Walter Raleigh
1762: Sir Philip Sidney
1763: Rev. Charles Churchill
1763: Rev. John Ogilvie
1764: William Collins
1764: Mary Darwall
1764: William Shenstone
1765: George Colman
1766: Rev. John Ogilvie
1767: William Julius Mickle
1769: John Scott of Amwell
1772: Thomas Chatterton
1772: Rev. Phineas Fletcher
1773: Sir John Davies
1773: Andrew Marvell
1774: Rev. Robert Potter
1774: William Whitehead
1775: Thomas Gray
1775 ca.: Thomas Gray
1775: Mary Robinson
1775: Sir Charles Hanbury Williams
1776: Rev. Richard Graves
1776: John Tait
1776: John Trumbull
1776: Benjamin Victor
1777: Thomas Chatterton
1778: Rev. Samuel Hayes
1778: Elizabeth Ryves
The Maids of MEMORY, by no Laws confin'd,
Alone delighted with the liberal Mind,
As Nature wills, their sacred Gifts impart,
And nobly scorn the Vassalage of Art.
Hence oft has Beauty's Head been bound with Bays,
And British Sapphos charm'd with Lesbian Lays,
Hence Attic Flowers in Carter's Pages shine,
And, Whateley, hence the Harmony of thine!
Go, tuneful Maid, with Nature take thy Way;
Still may'st Thou o'er her smiling Vallies stray!
May Fancy lead Thee to Elysian Bowers,
And bid her Fairies spread thy Path with Flowers!
To Thee may Love his rosy Garlands bring,
And Hope present Thee with eternal Spring—
Hesperian Visions to thine Eyes unfold
Long blooming Years, and Minutes wing'd with Gold!
Far be that Anguish from thy gentle Heart,
Which Genius mourns, when Envy aims her Dart!
The Sneer of Censure, and the Scorn of Pride,
Or may'st Thou never know, or, known, deride.
Smooth like thy Verse, and easy flow thy Days,
Chear'd with the Sunshine of Pierian Praise;
Till Nature claim that Being which she gave,
And Glory gild thy Passage to the Grave.