ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
, "Ode occasion'd by the Death of Lord Lyttelton" Scots Magazine 35 (October 1773) 541.
1743: James Thomson
1746: James Thomson
1747: Catherine Talbot
1747: Thomas Gray
1747: Thomas Edwards
1748: James Thomson
1748: W. D—n
1748: J. W-n
1751: William Shenstone
1751: Horace Walpole
1755 ca.: Richard Meadowcourt
1761: Rev. John Langhorne
1763: Rev. Charles Churchill
1765: William Kenrick
1767: Samuel Johnson
1771: W. P.
1773: James Beattie
1773: Elizabeth Carter
1773: Rev. William Lipscomb
1773: John Tait
1773: Edward Cooper
1773 ca.: A. P.
1773: John Jones
1773: C. R. M. S.
1779: Rev. Vicesimus Knox
1782: Rev. Joseph Warton
1788: John Williams
1792: John Bennet
1795: Dr. Robert Anderson
1802: George Dyer
1806: John Wooll
1806: Dr. John Aikin
1806: William Forbes
1807: Robert Southey
1809: Rev. Percival Stockdale
1810: William Wordsworth
1824: Bryan Waller Procter
1825 ca.: Henry Mackenzie
1829: Anna Brownell Jameson
1832: John Taylor Esq.
1833: Thomas Enort Smith
1834: Sir Samuel Egerton Brydges
1834: Thomas Babington Macaulay
1860: George Gilfillan
1882: Epes Sargent
1888: Edmund Gosse
1773: George Lyttelton
1774: Robert Fergusson
1774: Oliver Goldsmith
Parent of Fancy, Nature's child,
Fair source of smiles and laughing joy,
Whose pleasing numbers, sweetly wild,
Diffuse delights that ne'er can cloy:
Thy mirthful strains the heart can chear,
And dry Misfortune's falling tear.
But, ah! thy notes us'd to please,
Thy sprightly rays that warm'd the soul,
Thy mirthful numbers now must cease,
And Sorrow's plaintive strains must roll:
Affection now must string the lyre,
And heart-felt grief the verse inspire.
To HAGLEY-PARK the sister powers,
A mournful train, must now repair,
There visit all the sylvan bowers,
Rear'd by their fav'rite poet's care;
And as they wander thro' each grove,
With tears the planter's taste approve.
For he who oft with Fancy's song
The arbour's deepest shade has charm'd,
The bard whose numbers roll'd along,
By Raptures bright effusions warm'd,
No more shall soar on Fancy's wing,
Or boldly strike the sounding string.
What tho' he taught th' Historic page
To glow with Learning's sacred flame,
What tho' a half-forgotten age
From him acquires a deathless fame:
The joys of Learning now are o'er,
And Science warms his breast no more.
What tho' he oft with friendly hand
Was wont neglected Worth to raise,
Tho' Genius smil'd at his command,
And triumph's in his worthy praise:
His kind protection now must end,
And Genius droop without a friend.
What tho' at Virtue's shrine he bow'd,
And shar'd each pleasure she possest,
Tho' Friendship all her joys bestow'd,
And sweet Compassion fill'd his breast:
For all these virtues could not save
From the harsh tyrant of the grave?
Yet Virtue scorns the power of Death,
(For Virtue's flame can never die)
Virtue receives Fame's fairest wreath,
Virtue exalts the soul on high:
Hence LYTTELTON shall now receive
The joys which Heaven alone can give.
For with the mistress of his soul,
With lovely LUCY, now he strays,
Where gloomy cares no more controul,
Or check the ardor of his lays:
To her he pours the plaintive strain,
Which once express'd his earthly pain.
There with the friends his heart approv'd,
With THOMSON and with SHENSTONE blest,
And royal FREDERICK, much belov'd,
He tastes the joys of endless rest;
While Memory points at former years,
Where Life's delusive bliss appears.—
Tho' thus remov'd from mortal care,
Affection still must heave a sigh,
And Gratitude must drop a tear,
While the sad funeral passes by;
For Genius, bending o'er his hearse,
Demands a tributary verse.
Haste then, ye sisters-powers of song,
Some fav'rite poet's bosom fire,
Select him from the blissful throng,
Who strike with extasy the lyre:
Let BEATTIE'S Muse or MASON'S, pay
The tribute of a grateful lay.
Then shall the bard, whose feeble voice
Thus faintly pours the note of praise,
With transport hear the numbers rise,
Impell'd by Fancy's powerful blaze:
And thou, sweet Muse, at last shalt crown
My LYTTELTON with just renown.
Edinburgh, Sept. 3, 1773.