ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
, "To the Same" 1755; Nichols, Select Collection of Poems (1780-82) 7:318-20.
1750 ca.: Thomas Edwards
1750: Rev. William Dodd
1750: Samuel Richardson
1750: Joseph Highmore
1752: Thomas Edwards
1755: Bonnell Thornton
1755 ca.: Hester Mulso Chapone
1756: Bonnell Thornton
1760 ca.: Rev. John Duncombe
1784: Rev. Samuel Hoole
1804: Anna Laetitia Barbauld
1755: Susanna Duncombe
1756: Susanna Duncombe
1760: Rev. Thomas Warton
Nor soft complaint, nor heaving sigh,
Can give this labouring breast relief;
Nor tear oft starting from the eye—
Vain pageantry of grief!
Too deep the wound, too keen the smart;
It Nature's usual aid denies:
Still as the blood wells from the heart,
Your image still fresh drops supplies.
Can Time, with slowly creeping pace,
That fatal image steal away?
So long as "Memory holds a place
In this frail globe," 'twill ne'er decay.
Can Absence, in its duskiest cloud,
Fit veil for that lov'd image find?
Ah no! can local Absence shroud
What's ever present to the mind?
Can different forms within this breast
Such dear ideas raise anew?—
Vain hope! the fairest, loveliest, best,
Are faint resemblances of YOU.
Where shall I fly? what power address
To ease the poignant woes I prove?
Will Reason speak my soul to peace?
Ah! what is Reason's use in love?
Say, will the letter'd page supply
It's friendly, philosophic aid?
The letter'd page paints to my eye
In tints too strong the studious maid.
Will the dull commentator's lore
It's opiate to my thoughts dispense?
The contrast shews me, whilst I pore,
Your lively comments, sprightly sense.
Will Music sooth my troubled mind
(Which once sooth'd Saul's) with heavenly song?
Not all the powers of sound combin'd
Vie with the music of that tongue.
Shall I the Pencil's aid invoke,
The landscape's varied scene to trace?
This but recalls YOUR pencil's stroke,
Guided by Genius, Taste, and Grace.
Is there in Nature, or in Art,
No sovereign medicine, strong to heal?
No balsam powerful to impart
A cure to all the pangs I feel?
Let then RELIGION, heavenly guest!
A spirit pure in me renew,
And touch with hallow'd fire my breast;
For GOD alone succeeds to YOU!