ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Anonymous, "Song" General Evening Post (21 July 1791).
1759: Elizabeth Montagu
1765: William Gerard Hamilton
1766: Horace Walpole
1774: Oliver Goldsmith
1775: Rev. Joseph Sterling
1778: J. S.
1780: T. S.
1780: E. P.
1781: Sarah Emma Spencer
1782: Fanny Burney
1784: Samuel Johnson
1784: Mary Leadbeater
1788: J. Day
1789: Rev. Bryan Waller
1789: L. M.
1790: Horace Walpole
1790: Elizabeth Carter
1790: Frances Burney
1790: John Williams
1791: Anna Seward
1791: Edward Gibbon
1791: William Fernyhough
1791: Rev. William Lisle Bowles
1792: J. S.
1792: William Roscoe
1793: Rev. George Butt
1794: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1795: Mr. Thomas Fool
1795 ca.: Thomas Sanderson
1795: B. W.
1796: One of the Multitude
1796: John Williams
1796: W. T.
1797: Rev. Percival Stockdale
1797 ca.: Thomas Clio Rickman
1797: John of Hazelgreen
1797: Charles Burney
1798: Thomas Green
1804: Dr. William Perfect
1806: Richard Cumberland
1808: Sir Samuel Egerton Brydges
1811: Richard Cumberland
1814: James Jennings
1817: William Hazlitt
1820 ca.: Anne Grant
1822: William Cook
1830: Thomas Babington Macaulay
1832: John Taylor Esq.
1833: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
O'er the vine-covered hills and gay regions of France
See the day-star of Liberty rise;
Thro' the clouds of detraction, unwearied, advance,
And holds its new course thro' the skies.
An effulgence so mild, with a lustre so bright,
All Europe, with wonder, surveys;
And from desarts of darkness, and dungeons of night,
Contends for a share of the blaze.
Let Burke, like a bat, from its splendour retire,
A splendour — too strong for his eyes;
Let pedants and fools his effusions admire,
Entrapt in his cobwebs, like flies:
Shall phrenzy and sophistry hope to prevail,
Where reason opposes her weight;
When the welfare of millions is hung in the scale,
And the balance yet trembles with fate?
Ah! who 'midst the horrors of night would abide,
That can taste the pure breezes of morn;
Or who that has drunk of the chrystalline tide,
To the feculent flood would return?
When the bosom of beauty the throbbing heart meets,
Ah, who can the transport decline?
Or who that has tasted of Liberty's sweets,
The prize, but with life, would resign?
—But 'tis over — high Heav'n the decision approves—
Oppression has struggled in vain:
To the Hell she has form'd Superstition removes;
And Tyranny bites his own chain.
In the records of Time a new aera unfolds—
All nature exults in its birth,—
His creation benign, the Creator beholds,
And gives a new charter to Earth.
O catch its high import, ye winds, as ye blow!
O bear it, ye waves, as ye roll!
From regions that feel the Sun's vertical glow,
To the farthest extremes of the Pole.
EQUAL RIGHTS, EQUAL LAWS to the nations around,
PEACE and FRIENDSHIP its precepts impart—
And wherever the footsteps of MAN shall be found,
May he bind the Decree of his heart.