ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Stephen George Kemble, "Cunningham, a Pastoral" Odes, Lyrical Ballads, and Poems (1809) 278-80.
1764: James Woodhouse
1765: T. O.
1766: J. R.
1766: C. B., M.D.
1766: Author of the Cook's Tale
1773: John Cunningham
1773: J. W.
1773: W. K-x, jun.
1773: Robert Fergusson
1774: H. W.
1775: W. Holland
1776: William Hawkins
1778: William Hawkins
1789: Mr. Tyson
1789: John Williams
1790 ca.: Joseph Ritson
1802: George Saville Carey
1802: David Carey
1804: William Mudford
1809: Stephen George Kemble
1824: Bryan Waller Procter
1860: George Gilfillan
1882: Epes Sargent
1922: Iolo Williams
Stephen George Kemble:
1809: John Cunningham
When death our loved Corydon took,
And the muse mourn'd his absence in vain;
What shepherd, Palemon, partook
Not the plaint of thy elegant strain?
Thy numbers so feelingly glide,
Thy sweetness so graces his lays,
That the swains never yet could decide
Which most was deserving of praise.
Sure his spirit awaited thy verse,
For his loss only thou could'st atone;
And princes might envy his hearse,
Could Palemon their fate so bemoan.
But he too has left us to grieve,
To oblivion for ever consign'd,
Which were better than riches to leave,
Are the virtues that lived in his mind.
Religion he painted so mild,
She soon was the cottage delight,
And vice from her covert beguiled,
Was hooted away from her sight.
Since which with the angel has staid,—
Or the shepherds have spread the report;—
Content grown so fond of the shade,
She's become quite a stranger at court.
These deities hearsay gives out,
Make, early as morning appears,
The grave of Palemon their route,
And bedew it with heav'nly tears.
From these in nice order now grows,
Every flower uncultured they bloom;
He prank'd out the lily and rose,
And they blend all their sweets on his tomb.
Hence a moral the hamlet may learn,
For still to the villagers view,
The perfume embracing his urn,
Is wafted o'er branches of yew.