ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
, "To Dr. Beattie" 1785 ca.; Short Account of John Marriott (1803) 163-66.
1761: Robert Lloyd
1765: Thomas Gray
1770: A Lady
1771: Rev. William Mason
1771: James Boswell
1772 ca.: William Warburton
1775: Rev. John Ball
1775 ca.: Rev. Thomas Blacklock
1776: W. P.
1778: John Scott of Amwell
1780: Samuel Johnson
1782: J. W.
1782: J. H.
1783: Horace Walpole
1783: Hannah More
1783: N. T.
1783: David Robertson
1784: Rev. Robert Potter
1784: John Pinkerton
1784: William Cowper
1785 ca.: John Marriott
1787: Robert Burns
1787: Frances Burney
1793: John Thelwall
1794: Robert Alves
1795 ca.: Bp. Richard Hurd
1796: William Hayley
1797: Thomas Green
1798: Thomas James Mathias
1800: Rev. George Butt
1803: Alexander Balfour
1805: Sir Samuel Egerton Brydges
1806: Dr. John Aikin
1807: Francis Jeffrey
1807: Francis William Blagdon
1808 ca.: John Herman Merivale
1810 ca.: James Balfour
1813: Rev. William Cameron
1815: William Wordsworth
1819: John Keats
1823: Rev. Charles Burton
1824: Rev. Thomas Frognall Dibdin
1824: Bryan Waller Procter
1830: Rev. George Barrell Cheever
1831: John Wilson
1835: Robert Southey
1851: Robert Pearse Gillies
1880: George Saintsbury
1882: Epes Sargent
1906: George Saintsbury
1785 ca.: James Beattie
Hail thou, whose muse contemning grandeur's bowers,
Erewhile in native dignity arrayed
An artless "shepherd-boy's" unfolding powers,
And bright, romantick reveries displayed
In strains, which fell oblivion's envious shade,
Secure in genuine grace, can never fear,
While sphere-born harmony's delicious aid,
While chaste simplicity's enchanting air,
And fancy's vivid hues the poet's toils endear.
O, though so favoured of the partial Nine,
Though fond, with plausive breath, thy name to raise,
Taste, beauty, genius, piety combine;
Accept the thanks a youthful rustick pays,
Whom yet the beauties of thy polished lays
With mingled sorrow, deep regret inspire,
(Though much he could thy recent labours praise,)
That silent sleeps so long that nobler fire,
And all neglected lies thy more illustrious lyre.
The landscape bright, the thought with justness new,
Pourtrayed in prose, can interest the heart;
Yet (though unchanged the thought, unchanged the view)
A more consummate pleasure they impart,
Embellished by the sweet, Phoebean art;
When poesy exults, or tender grieves,
Much more of joy we feel or pitying smart,
While memory on her most retentive leaves,
Smit with the charms of sound the dulcet notes receives.
But ah! how few of genius' honoured train
Possess with strength of mind poetick skill!
And even, of those, how oft the insidious strain
Infuses grovelling thoughts and passions ill!
O suasive, elegant, sublime at will,
Whose flowery page ne'er sheltered aught impure,
Employ thy talents yet again to instill
The liberal wish; from lust of gain secure:
And to fair virtue's path the wavering heart allure.
Yet, yet sweet bard, resume thy Edwin's tale,
When manhood's dangerous eminence he gained:
O say what touching incidents befel,
What rural maid his gentle bosom pained,
And, with sweet artlessness, his heart enchained.
"Ye cherub train" that brought him on his way,
As yet with pride and black distrust unstained,
O leave him not "'midst tumult and dismay,"
Warm love, and thankful hope, and calm contentment, stay.
These simple rhymes shall unlamented die,
And quickly vanish in oblivion due;
Yet shouldst thou chance, with condescending eye,
The fond request therein preferred to view,
And, thence aroused, that pleasing theme pursue,
Then to the bare request, however penned,
Of praise, some slender portion might accrue;
Then might my name avowed to fame pretend,
And gentle souls unborn the weak attempt commend.