ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Rev. Charles Churchill
Christopher Crabtree, Esq., "A Pastoral Elegy. To the Memory of Mr. Charles Churchill" London Chronicle (17 November 1764) 476.
Rev. Charles Churchill:
1762: An Old Westminster
1762: X. Y.
1762: A Friend
1763: Rev. Charles Churchill
1763: Samuel Johnson
1763: T. L
1763: George Colman
1763: Rev. John Langhorne
1763: Elizabeth Montagu
1763: Robert Lloyd
1763: Horace Walpole
1764: J. C-rr
1764: S. Sh-rs
1764: John Cunningham
1764: Thomas Gray
1764: Horace Walpole
1764: J. C.
1764: Jane Timbury
1764: T. C.
1764: Christopher Crabtree
1764: T. W.
1765: Cuthbert Shaw
1765: James Beattie
1765: J. D.
1765: Edward Cooper
1765: Rev. Evan Lloyd
1765: J. D.
1766: W. J.
1769: Mr. Underwood
1780: Thomas Davies
1781: A Lady
1782: William Cowper
1782: Rev. Joseph Warton
1785: H. S.
1786: William Cowper
1788: Rev. William Mason
1795: Dr. Robert Anderson
1801: Thomas Clio Rickman
1808: Sir Walter Scott
1811: Anna Seward
1812: John Nichols
1812: Charles Caleb Colton
1814: Robert Southey
1816: Lord Byron
1817: John Chalk Claris
1824: William Hazlitt
1824: Bryan Waller Procter
1825 ca.: Henry Mackenzie
1827: William Goodhugh
1830 ca.: Rev. Henry Francis Cary
1834: Robert Aris Willmott
1835: Robert Southey
1845: John Wilson
1848: John Forster
1858: Cyrus Redding
1880: Edward John Payne
1882: Epes Sargent
1895: W. J. Courthope
1764: Rev. Charles Churchill
Ye echoes my sentiments hear,
While CHURCHILL I truly deplore;
And now wet his grave with a tear,
Whom I freely have censur'd before.
With candor not enmity fraught
I sometimes deny'd him the bays;
So if sensible e'er of a fault,
O let me be just to his praise.
By GENIUS mark'd out from the throng,
The Goddess beheld him and smil'd:
And FAME still beam'd thro' his song,
Tho' rough, inharmonious, and wild.
'Twas his thro' the musical maze
With a perfect indiff'rence to steer;
And teach e'en the harshest of lays
To please the most difficult ear.
In a burst of the noblest flame
His sentiments frequently ran:
Yet oft has the BARD bought a name
At the total expence of the MAN.
The vicious still shrunk at his pen
Where'er it appear'd to their view:
Yet O the most worthy of men
Have oftentimes dreaded it too.
His Muse with a fury would glow
Too partial for sense to commend;
O'erlook all the worth of a foe,
And forget all the faults of a friend.
Hence black as the vestments of night
A BUTE has he studied to shew;
And painted his WILKES in a light
That washes him wholly to snow.
Hence ev'ry engagement of pow'r,
He censur'd as national wrong:
And bid SCOTLAND eternally lour
All barren and dreary in song.
But who, if a stricture is made,
Can justice with certainty name,
That never has deviously stray'd
Nor once been to pity, or blame!
That CHURCHILL had errors we know;
But then he was frank and sincere;
And never was told of a woe,
But he gave it his purse, or his tear.
Too proud, when his fortune he met
By far, to a Statesman to bend;
And too humble by much to forget
The name of the shabbiest friend.
Then round the poor spot where he's laid
May the laurel eternally bloom;
And nought but his virtues be made
An epitaph e'er for his tomb.
If a fault is unhappily shewn
Let us place it to nature and man;
And engag'd by his merit alone
Strive to imitate that if we can.