ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
, "Stanzas on Perusing Psyche" Barton, Metrical Effusions (1812) 55-57.
1795: Anna Seward
1805: Lady Bedingfield
1805 ca.: Thomas Moore
1810: Joseph Haslewood
1811: Charles Kirkpatrick Sharpe
1811: W. P.
1811: Anna Maria Porter
1811: Bp. Reginald Heber
1811: Rev. Francis Hodgson
1812: Sir James Mackintosh
1812: Bernard Barton
1812: Robert Pearse Gillies
1812: Mary Leadbeater
1815: William Henry Ireland
1815: P. T.
1819: John Keats
1825: John Wilson
1825: C. M.
1826: Richard Ryan
1827: Alexander Dyce
1827: Felicia Hemans
1828: Leigh Hunt
1831: Felicia Hemans
1847: Leigh Hunt
1851: Dr. David Macbeth Moir
1854: Robert Shelton Mackenzie
1855: Sarah Josepha Hale
1862: Thomas Arnold
1878: Alfred Webb
1882: Margaret Oliphant
1882: Epes Sargent
1812: William Cowper
1812: William Hayley
1812: Sir Walter Scott
1812: Mary Tighe
1814: Bernard Barton
1817: James Hogg
1818: William Roscoe
1819: William Wordsworth
1820: Dr. Nathan Drake
1820 ca.: John Scott of Amwell
1820: Jeremiah Holmes Wiffen
1821: Felicia Hemans
1822: Letitia Elizabeth Landon
1822: Charles Lloyd
1823: Charles Lamb
1823: Rev. John Mitford
1824: William Cowper
1827: Mary Howitt
1827: Sir Philip Sidney
1828: Mary Howitt
1828: William Howitt
1830: William Blake
1830: James Hogg
1840 ca.: John Evelyn
1843: Allan Cunningham
1846: Rev. William Branwhite Clarke
1848: Samuel Rogers
"Fond dreamer! meditate thine idle song,
But let thine idle song remain unknown:"
O guard its beauties from the vulgar throng,
Unveil its charms to friendship's eye alone.
To thee shall friendship's partial praise atone
For all the incense of the world beside;
Unthinking mirth may slight thy pensive tone,
Folly may scorn, or ignorance deride:—
The lay so idly sung, let prudence teach to hide.
Sweet Minstrel! couldst thou think a song like thine,
With grace replete, with harmony inspir'd,
Thy timid modesty could e'er confine
Within those limits which thy fears desir'd?
Ah no! by all approv'd, by all admir'd,
Its charms shall captivate each listening ear;
Thy "Psyche," by the hand of taste attir'd,
To virtue, grace, and delicacy dear,
Shall consecrate thy name for many a future year.
Oh! had indulgent heaven but spar'd thy Lyre,
Which first it strung and tun'd to melody,
How many a heart had felt encreasing fire,
Dwelling enraptur'd on its minstrelsy:
How many an ear had drank its harmony,
And listen'd to its strains with sweet delight;
But He, whose righteous will is sovereignty,
Hath bid thy sun of glory set in night,
And, though we mourn thy loss, we own his sentence right.
Yet, plaintive Songstress! on thy gentle lay
Fancy with pensive tenderness shall dwell;
Memory shall snatch from Time thy transient day,
And soft regret each feeling breast shall swell.
But, why regret? Let faith, exulting, tell
That she, whose tuneful voice had sung before,
In allegoric strain, love's witching spell,
Now sings HIS love whom wondering worlds adore,
And still shall chaunt his Praise when time shall be no more.