ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Rev. William Mason
, "New Probationary Odes for the Laureatship VI. By William Mason M.A." Macdonald, Miscellaneous Works (1791) 89-90.
Rev. William Mason:
1748: Thomas Gray
1749: D. H.
1749: C. B.
1752: R. D.
1756 ca.: Rev. James Hervey
1757: Mr. Boyce
1758: William Whitehead
1758: Thomas Neville
1760: Thomas Gray
1760: Edward Cooper
1761: William Shenstone
1763: Thomas Balguy
1763: Elizabeth Montagu
1763: Rev. Richard Shepherd
1764: Rev. Charles Churchill
1765: Rev. Joseph Warton
1768: Elizabeth Carter
1772 ca.: Richard Fenton
1772: Edward Jerningham
1773: Rev. William Hayward Roberts
1777 ca.: William Cole
1778: Samuel Johnson
1778: J. Boerhadem
1779: Rev. Vicesimus Knox
1782: William Hayley
1784: Dr. Warwick
1785: H. S.
1785: Rev. Richard Polwhele
1786: Rev. Robert Potter
1788: Rev. Robert Greville
1790: Rev. Bryan Waller
1790: Rev. Andrew Macdonald
1791: James Boswell
1791: Francis Garden
1792: John Bennet
1794: Thomas James Mathias
1797: Thomas Park
1797: Hannah More
1797: Dr. John Aikin
1797: Dr. J. Crane
1797: Brooke Boothby
1797: Bp. Richard Hurd
1797: Thomas Gisborne
1797: Anna Seward
1797: Rev. Henry Francis Cary
1798: J. K.
1798: Thomas James Mathias
1798: Michael Wodhull
1800 ca.: George Hardinge
1800: Thomas Dermody
1801: Dr. Erasmus Darwin
1801: John Penn
1802: George Dyer
1803: Elizabeth, Countess Harcourt
1806: Richard Cumberland
1806: William Hayley
1815: Mary Russell Mitford
1815: Richard Nares
1824: Bryan Waller Procter
1825 ca.: Joseph Cradock
1826: Herbert Barton
1827: Robert Southey
1830: Richard Warner
1833: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1845: John Holland
1853: Rev. John Mitford
1860: George Gilfillan
1882: Epes Sargent
1891: Samuel Smiles
1910: Ralph Straus
Rev. Andrew Macdonald:
1789: Samuel Johnson
1790: William Hayley
1790: Rev. William Mason
1790: Robert Merry
1790: Dr. John Wolcot
For tuneful THOMAS WARTON gone,
The turtle tells her plaintive moan;
The lark in radiant aether floats,
And swells his wild extatic notes:
Meanwhile, on yonder hawthorn spray,
The linnet wakes her temp'rate lay.
Luxuriant Fancy, pause; an hour so drear
Demands a serious song — if not a tear.
The bell of Death beats slow, and all around
Flings to the hollow gale its sullen sound.
Heard ye the notes from out the antique spire?
If not, O listen, and — ye must admire!
Thrice they pause, and thrice they sound
The central bell, and now they ring
(By measur'd lore profound)
A sevenfold chime, and sweep, and swing
Above, below, around;
To mix their music with the spheres,
That warble to immortal ears.
While o'er my head this laurel-woven bower
Its arch of glitt'ring verdure wildly flings,
To Laurels and the LAUREAT'S final hour,
I fain would tune my harp's melodious strings;
While quench'd in crimson curtains sinks the day,
And twilight slowly sails and waves her banners grey.
But ah! what holy harpings could relate
The Laureat's triumph over Death and Fate?
His exit cost him not one single sigh;
Prepar'd alike, as seem'd, to sleep or die.
I long, ye pow'rs, with step profound,
To dive into the cavern deep,
Twice twelve fathom under ground,
Where the BUTT OF SACK doth sleep,
Whence should lustily be borne
Many a flask and flowing horn.
I know my duty, if the WREATH by mine;
But to some novice it may cause alarm;
Speak, lifeless WARTON, breathe a strain divine:
Ev'n from the grave thou shalt have pow'r to charm!
Bid him be tame, be innocent like thee;
Bid him job on a sober loyal hack;
And if so bright, from Vanity as free,
As firm in flatt'ry, and as fond of Sack.
Tell him, tho' 'tis an aweful thing to lie,
'Twas ev'n to thee; yet the dread path once trod,
From P—tt—n and P—tt, examples high,
He'll learn the business is not quite so odd!