1825 ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION

William Roscoe

John F. M. Dovaston, "To William Roscoe, Esq." Poems (1825) 325.



When first at early age on Isis' shore
Thy distant notes just reach'd my raptur'd ear,
How little did I dream thy harp would here
Beside thy board, on me it's music pour.
Bless'd be my little lyre, though it no more
Of honour bring, than from the lustre clear
That ranks thee, ROSCOE, no mean poet's peer,
T' have caught a ray of radiance on it's lore.
Yet beams (Oh! brighter, warmer, worthier far)
Shall gild thy laurel when thy harp's unstrung.
But since I cannot their due praise impart,
Be now thy meed, that certain is the star
That waits thy welcome. — Mine, for lack of song,
The silent solace of a grateful heart.