ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Albert, "The Ghost of Milton. An Elegy" Gazetteer and New Daily Advertiser (15 September 1790).
1674: Andrew Marvell
1674 ca.: Thomas Ellwood
1688: John Dryden
1690: Thomas D'Urfey
1693: Rev. Samuel Wesley
1694: Joseph Addison
1694: Matthew Prior
1699: Samuel Say
1700: Henry Hall
1700: Samuel Cobb
1701: Matthew Prior
1708: Rev. Thomas Yalden
1709: Rev. Isaac Watts
1712: Rev. Thomas Newcomb
1712: Bezaleel Morrice
1713: Rev. Henry Felton
1714: John Hughes
1717: Bp. Francis Atterbury
1720 ca.: Ambrose Philips
1721: Judith Cowper Madan
1725 ca.: Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
1728: James Ralph
1730: Aaron Hill
1731: Isaac Thompson
1736: G. W.
1737: Alexander Pope
1740: William Shenstone
1745: Rev. Sneyd Davies
1746: William Collins
1747: William Collins
1748: T. F.
1749: F. W.
1750 ca.: William Oldys
1752: S. S. S.
1755: Robert Lloyd
1756: Rev. Joseph Warton
1756: J. H.
1758: G. G.
1759: M. M.
1762: William Whitehead
1766: Rev. Richard Graves
1766: Robert Andrews of Bridgenorth
1770 ca.: Sir William Jones
1773: Rev. William Hayward Roberts
1773: Hester Mulso Chapone
1774: W. H.
1776: James Beattie
1777: N. N. D.
1782: William Hayley
1785: John Pinkerton
1785: A Lady
1790: Helen Maria Williams
1792: John Bennet
1793: William Cowper
1793: J. Laws
1795 ca.: John Blair Linn
1798: A. M.
1799: William Seward
1799: William Roscoe
1800: Thomas Green
1802: William Wordsworth
1803: George Dyer
1806: Dr. John Aikin
1807: Rev. Percival Stockdale
1807: Rev. Percival Stockdale
1808: Sir Samuel Egerton Brydges
1810: R. Rylance
1810: Rev. S. B
1810: James Jennings
1812: William Henry Ireland
1813: Rev. William Cameron
1815: Robert Southey
1817: Richard Hatt
1819: Lord Byron
1819: Thomas Mulock
1819: Thomas Campbell
1822: W. W.
1824: William Hazlitt
1824: Rev. Thomas Frognall Dibdin
1824: John Abraham Heraud
1824: Bryan Waller Procter
1825: Thomas Babington Macaulay
1825: Bryan Waller Procter
1826: James Gates Percival
1827: F. S. E.
1828: Dr. David Macbeth Moir
1830: Rev. George Barrell Cheever
1830: George Wallingford Clarke
1830: John Abraham Heraud
1830 ca.: Rev. John Mitford
1830: Jeremiah Holmes Wiffen
1833: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1842: C. H. Timperley
1843: John Holland
1863: George Daniel
1880: Mark Pattison
1882: Epes Sargent
1899: Henry A. Beers
1783: Thomas Chatterton
1790: John Milton
1790: Philip Neve
1790: James Thomson
1791: Michael Bruce
1791: James Thomson
1792: Thomas Chatterton
'Twas night, and buried in profound repose
The numerous tribes of busy mortals lay,
My wakeful eyes alone forgot to close,
And thought succeeded to the cares of day:
Till wearied nature sunk at last to rest;
But Fancy hovering still around my head,
Fancy, the sleepless tenant of the breast,
Its airy visions o'er my slumbers spread.
When to my view a grisly form appears,
Of mien majestic, but dejected hue,
Reverend, sunk deeply in the vale of years,
The Father of the English Song I knew.
"Hail," cried I, "Author of immortal Lays!"
"My Son," he said, "these titles now forbear,
No time remains to waste in useless praise,
A different subject now demands our care.
"Thou know'st, and oft hast mourn'd how hard my lot,
Of evil days and evil tongues the prey;
Dishonour'd, unrewarded and forgot,
I sunk, the unheeded victim of decay!
"Obscurely in a vault my curse was laid,
Fenc'd by no shelter from the common doom;
No voice of praise was heard to sooth my shade,
No pomp of funeral adorn'd my tomb.
"Yet saw I sons their fathers fault disclaim,
The tribute long with-held of honour pay,
My strains, victorious, fill'd the voice of fame,
Nor griev'd I, tho' my corse unheeded lay.
"But ah! how shall I tell the dire disgrace?
With hands profane my tomb they now disclose,
My bones, torn rudely from their grave, deface,
And rob my ashes of their due repose.
"Was it for this I roll'd in freedom's cause,
With careless care the arduous labour plied,
Degrading tyrants, and asserting laws,
Till light, alas! its friendly aid denied?
"Was it for this, tho' quench'd my visual ray,
I woo'd the Muse to build the lofty rhyme,
To more than mortal themes I rais'd my lay,
And soar'd beyond the bounds of space and time?
"Is this the fame I hop'd from future days?
And these are then the honours they bestow?
With sacrilegious hands my corse to raise,
My bones expose a mercenary show!
"To brand the wretches, who the dead invade,
With shame and fell remorse, be thine the care:"
The cock was heard to crow — no more he said,
And the thin vision vanish'd into air.