ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Coplestone Warre Bampfylde
, "On a Storm, painted by C. W. B—mph—d, Esq." Euphrosyne: or, Amusements on the Road of Life (1776) 128-29.
Coplestone Warre Bampfylde:
1758: William Shenstone
1774: Rev. Richard Graves
1776: Rev. Richard Graves
Rev. Richard Graves:
1750 ca.: William Shenstone
1756: Robert Dodsley
1760: William Shenstone
1763: William Shenstone
1766: Dr. Henry Harington
1766: William Melmoth
1766: John Milton
1766: Sir Walter Raleigh
1771: William Shenstone
1774: Coplestone Warre Bampfylde
1776: Coplestone Warre Bampfylde
1780: Christopher Anstey
1780: Elizabeth Montagu
1786: Christopher Anstey
1786: Jane Bowdler
1786: Samuel Johnson
1788: Samuel Johnson
1804: Samuel Jackson Pratt
What pow'r divine the Limner's art displays!
What various scenes his plastic touch can raise!
Beneath his magic wand fair prospects rise,
The sunshine gilds, or tempests cloud the skies.
Methinks I hear tremendous thunders roar,
And awful roll along the echoing shore.
For see! th' embattled clouds tumultuous clash;
Whilst the dread light'ning's momentary flash
Darts o'er the mountain's brow th' electric rays,
And on its crest the kindling sulphur plays.
Th' affrighted hind, who guides his loaded car,
Beholds, amidst the elemental war,
Tho' tam'd by daily toil, the lab'ring horse
With terror wild resume his native force.
He starts; he rears: impatient of controul,
He shakes his mane; his flashing eye-balls roll!
Prone to the earth, in cumbrous traces bound,
His yoke-mate falls, and flound'ring paws the ground.
The lofty ash, that on the mountain's sides
The tim'rous herds beneath its umbrage hides;
Its branches torn, convuls'd its trembling roots,
Scarce from their shelter the astonish'd goats.
The driving skiff, to winds and waves the sport,
Attempts, yet dreads to reach, the dang'rous port;
Whose tow'rs, that brav'd the storms for ages past,
Seem not to nod at each tempestuous blast;
Or sink amidst th' accumulated waves,
Whose giant force the castle's summit laves.
Thus, by the painter's skill, we view serene,
From danger free, the horrors of the scene.
In B—mpf—d's pencil we delighted trace
Salvator's wildness, but with heighten'd grace:
Hence rocks and waves a pleasing landskip form;
We're charm'd with whirlwinds, and enjoy the storm.