1813 ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION

William Gifford

Edward Thurlow, in Poems (1813) appendix, p. 101.



Thou son of Shakespeare, and thou bravest wit,
That sav'st the glory of this sinking age,
Since much we owe, 'tis rightly fit,
Thy praises should our blunter pens engage:
But yet this age shall be thy monument,
This age, that by thy piercing eye is kept
In due observance, and true element
Of Virtue, which in fault had haply slept:
But that thy keen, and asking spirit show'd
This World, thy England, what her sphere contain'd,
And golden words on true desert bestow'd.
And evil, where her peerless orb was stain'd:
Thou with delight hast taught Antiquity
In service of the breathing World to fly!