ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Anonymous, in An Impartial Character of the late Dr. Goldsmith (1774); London Chronicle (9 July 1774) 29.
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
Here rests from the cares of the world, and his pen,
A Poet whose life we shall scarce meet again,
Who though form'd in an age when corruptions ran high,
And folly alone seem'd with folly to vie,
When Genius, with traffic too commonly train'd,
Recounted her merits by what she had gain'd,
Yet spurn'd at those walks of debasement and pelf,
And, in poverty's spite, dare think for himself.
Thus free from those fetters the Muses oft bind,
He wrote from the heart to the hearts of mankind;
And such was the prevalent force of his song,
Sex — ages, and parties, he drew in a throng.
The lovers, 'twas theirs to esteem and commend,
For his Hermit had prov'd him their tutor and friend;
The Statesman, his politic passions on fire,
Acknowledg'd repose from the charms of his lyre;
The Moralist too had a feel for his rhymes,
For his Essays were curbs on the rage of the times;
Nay the Critic, all school'd in grammatical sense,
Who look'd in the glow of description for tense;
Reform'd as he read, fell a dupe to his art,
And confess'd by his eyes what he felt at his heart.
Yet, blest with original powers like these,
His principal forte was on paper to please;
Like a fleet-footed hunter, tho' first in the chace,
On the road of plain sense he deserted his pace,
Whilst dullness and cunning, by whipping and goring
Their hard-footed hackneys paraded before him;
Compounded likewise of such primitive parts,
That his manners alone would have gain'd him our hearts;
So simple from truth — so ingenuously kind,
So ready to feel for the wants of mankind:
If an Author once held but a popular quill,
This flux of Philanthropy quickly stood still;
Transform'd from himself he grew meanly severe,
And rail'd at those talents he ought not to fear.
Such then were his foibles — but though they were such
As shadow'd the picture a little too much,
The style was all graceful, expressive and grand,
And the whole the result of a masterly hand.