ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Bp. Thomas Percy
, "A Nocturnal View of the Mount near Dromore, in the County Down" Poetical Register and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1803 (1805) 111-14.
Bp. Thomas Percy:
1761: William Shenstone
1765: Rev. Thomas Warton
1773: Rev. Percival Stockdale
1775 ca.: Rev. William Beloe
1778: Samuel Johnson
1778 ca.: Samuel Pegge
1779: Rev. Thomas Maurice
1782 ca.: William Cole
1782: Edward Burnaby Green
1789: Joseph Ritson
1791: Frances Burney
1791: James Boswell
1792: Thomas Dermody
1794: Thomas James Mathias
1802 ca.: Jeremiah Holmes Wiffen
1803: Richard Nares
1805: Rev. Henry Boyd
1808: Sir Walter Scott
1808: John Nichols
1808: Dr. James McHenry
1809: Thomas Stott
1811: Jane West
1811: Charles Phillips
1811: Rev. Henry Boyd
1811: F. B. H.
1815: William Wordsworth
1825 ca.: Joseph Cradock
1825: Allan Cunningham
1852: Mary Russell Mitford
1882: Epes Sargent
Rev. Henry Boyd:
1793: Joseph Cooper Walker
1802: Dr. Robert Anderson
1803: Alexander Thomson
1805: Robert Burns
1805: William Collins
1805: Thomas Dermody
1805: Rev. Phineas Fletcher
1805: Bp. Thomas Percy
1811: Bp. Thomas Percy
Night-wand'ring Spirit! (whatsoe'er thy name,)
Who marshall'd here of old thy warlike train,
Methinks I hear thee mourn thy faded fame
To the night breeze, in many a plaintive strain.
For deep in central gloom the Demon weeps
That, in a Minstrel's form, enflam'd thy pride,
Which claim'd the region round, from Donard's steep,
To the rich dales on Banna's flow'ry side.
In vain, where Lagan leads his murm'ring wave.
Thou often seem'st thine airy trump to wind,
Calling thy lost battalions from the grave—
Oblivion's spells thy sleeping legions bind.
And oft thou court'st the rising winds to swell
The stormy concert of their martial song,
And call'st the Water Fairies of the Dell
To join the chorus as they sport along.
Far other pageants, on each sacred morn,
(Whose dawn the Demon's fear) salute the sight;
Far other sounds, on balmy Zephyrs borne,
The peasants to yon House of Prayer invite.
Far other troops, in many a blooming file,
Are seen to muster on you hills afar,
And bend their march to yonder hallowed pile
To learn Emmanuel's rudiments of war.
Where'er the sacred ensign waves on high
Upborne, tho' viewless, o'er the moving scene,
In thought I see the baffled tempters fly,
And dusky shadows flit across the green.
The Crozier is their guide. No feeble hand
Is seen to raise the standard of the Faith,
And oft their LEADERS voice directs the band,
To ward the double wound of sin and death.
As you bleak hills his fost'ring care proclaim,
With solemn groves, and smiling vistas, gay,
His living care (a nobler source of fame)
The blooms of SALEM to the sun display.
Mellow'd at his command, the niggard earth
The tender Scion feeds, from richer mold
So, when a soul of more celestial birth
He finds, his tendance bids its powers unfold.
Hail! reverend Patron! Hail, respected Name!
Mute are the transports of the youthful band.
But could they sing thy praise, applauding Fame
Would propagate the theme to distant lands.
But, could the plaudit circle round the zones,
Poor is that cloudy theatre to thee!—
A voice is heard, amid the saintly thrones,
Prelusive to a nobler symphony.
If one regenerate soul is joy above,
Faith, plum'd by Hope, a chorus hears on high,
Applauding, when, betimes paternal love,
Such numbers calls the hallowed task to ply.
Long may the lessons of the Pastor's care,
That woke the sacred flame, its soarings guide,
And aeras long of lineal worth declare
What virtues o'er the rising race preside.