ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
W. Willis, "Address to Oliver Goldsmith" Gazetteer and New Daily Advertiser (21 July 1770).
1759: William Shenstone
1766: Rev. Joseph Warton
1768: Frances Burney
1768: William Kenrick
1770: Corbyn Morris
1770 ca.: D. G.
1770: W. Willis
1773: T. S.
1773: Richard Fenton
1773: S. J.
1773: A. B.
1773: P. H. M. D.
1773: Rev. Percival Stockdale
1773: B. G.
1774: Horace Walpole
1774: William Woty
1774: John Tait
1774: Samuel Jackson Pratt
1774: Miss L.
1774: Richard Cumberland
1774: David Garrick
1775: Robert Hill
1775: W. P.
1776 ca.: Joshua Reynolds
1778: M. Macgreggor, Esq.
1780: Thomas Davies
1787: A Clergyman of Ireland
1788: James Beattie
1790: Robert Burns
1791: James Boswell
1795: Dr. Robert Anderson
1796: A Gentleman of Canada
1800: Thomas Dermody
1805: Charles Brockden Brown
1806: Dr. John Aikin
1807: Robert Southey
1807: Sir Samuel Egerton Brydges
1809: Dr. Nathan Drake
1811: Richard Cumberland
1812: William Henry Ireland
1813: Rev. William Cameron
1818: Rev. Francis Hodgson
1820: Lord Byron
1820: Rev. John Graham
1821: Thomas Stott
1822: William Cook
1822: Tobias Oldschool
1824: William Hazlitt
1824: Bryan Waller Procter
1825 ca.: Joseph Cradock
1826: Richard Ryan
1827: William Goodhugh
1829: Anna Brownell Jameson
1830 ca.: William Roscoe
1830: Rev. George Barrell Cheever
1831: John Wilson Croker
1832: John Taylor Esq.
1850: Leigh Hunt
1880: Edward Dowden
1882: Epes Sargent
1770: Oliver Goldsmith
"Dear charming nymph, neglected and decry'd,
My shame in crouds my solitary pride;
Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe,
That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so:
Thou guide by which the nobler arts excell,
Thou nurse of every virtue, fare thee well!"
GOLDSMITH be mute! forbid ye tuneful Nine!
Each feeling heart laments the sad design.
Ye generous souls, who plume the sacred wing,
And taste with pleasure the Pierian spring;
Who haunt with well-pleas'd steps the sacred groves,
The sweet resorts of Genius and the Loves;
Who paint the various passions as they rise,
And draw the pitying tear from human eyes;
Who strangely charm, and humanize the soul,
And by enchantment all its rage controul;
Whose useful labours in the historic page
Have been the darlings of each clime and age,
Shall he be mute, who well your pow'r displays,
And stamps on Poetry deserved praise?
O let his merit be with joy confest!
Envy's too mean to fill a Poet's breast.—
Ye brighter Fair! who grace Britannia's plains,
Who sigh, approving, when the Bard complains;
Whose lovely breasts with softest passions glow,
And deeper feel the energy of woe!
When your bright eyes with chrystal sorrows stream,
We feel the pungency of grief extreme;
From you each tuneful Bard desires applause,
Your soft indulgence the reward he draws
For all his toil; if you approve his strains,
Not unrewarded then the Bard complains.
Join then, ye Fair, your soft assistance lend,
Be still the Muses darling, and her friend.
Exalted Bards may soar the boundless sky,
I, in a lower sphere my pinions try:
Sad gloomy care has cramp'd my youthful wing,
Unstrung my lyre, I've long forgot to sing;
Yet smit with love of the Aonian Maids,
I long to range your sweet sequester'd shades;
My captiv'd soul your gentle sway approves,
Source of delight, true Genius, and the Loves.
Forgive, sweet Bard, this tribute to thy praise,
Base flatt'ry never shall debase my lays;
(Unknown thy face) thy genius I admire,
And feel by sympathetic force poetic fire.
W. WILLIS, M.D.
July 20, 1770.