ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Rev. Joseph Warton
Anonymous, in "Lines composed on paying a Visit to the Tomb of Collins" Poetical Magazine 3 (1810) 253.
Rev. Joseph Warton:
1743: Rev. Thomas Warton the Elder
1746: Thomas Gray
1753: Samuel Johnson
1754: Robert Dodsley
1755: William Shenstone
1756: Elizabeth Montagu
1756: Robert Dodsley
1756: Samuel Johnson
1759: William King of Oxford
1761: William Warburton
1767: George Lyttelton
1767: James Harris
1778: Rev. Percival Stockdale
1779: Rev. Vicesimus Knox
1779: Rev. William Tasker
1780: Horace Walpole
1782: Charlotte Anne Burney
1783: Frances Burney
1787: Hannah More
1787: Charlotte Warton
1787: Charlotte Warton
1790: William Cowper
1794: W. P.
1795: Walter Savage Landor
1795: Samuel Rogers
1798: Thomas James Mathias
1800: Rev. William Lipscomb
1800: Bp. Richard Mant
1800: William Boscawen
1800: Rev. Richard Polwhele
1800: Thomas Green
1801: Rev. William Lisle Bowles
1801: Alexander Thomson
1801: J. M.
1806: Michael Wodhull
1807: Robert Southey
1807: Lady Anne Hamilton
1807: Sir Samuel Egerton Brydges
1809: Dr. Nathan Drake
1818: Lord Byron
1820: Philip Warwick
1824: Bryan Waller Procter
1826: Richard Ryan
1843: Edward Quillinan
1860: George Gilfillan
1891: George Birkbeck Hill
1893: William Lyon Phelps
Nor didst thou pine, to sullen Thought resign'd,
Unsought, unfelt for, by the tuneful kind.
No! where pale Death hung ghastly o'er thy bed,
There pitying Science bow'd her laurel'd head:
When thither from the crush of Learning came
Th' illustrious brethren of no vulgar name.
This Winton's venerable halls rever'd,
Where Merit lov'd him much, as Dulness fear'd:
In him (to find the parallel, how hard!)
Join'd the mild critic, and the nervous bard.
In friendship generous (this Collins prov'd),
In tenet liberal, in all belov'd.
Of that old Thames to confluent Isis told,
How pleas'd he saw the royal wreath enfold
Those brows, which long had worn the choicest bays
That Science on her banks was proud to raise.
This well on Fancy's classic plains had sung;
That deep in Melancholy's cave had strung
His ready lyre; and both together stray'd,
By Spenser's music lur'd, thro' many a fairy shade.
Such, Collins, were the two, whose kindred zeal
Strove thy soul-sick'ning malady to heal;
Cheer'd the dim ev'ning of thy earthly day,
And pray'd — "God speed thee" on thy heav'nward way....