ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Rev. Thomas Warton
Wartophilus, "On Mr. Warton" St. James's Chronicle (5 August 1790).
Rev. Thomas Warton:
1746: Rev. Joseph Warton
1750: J. S., Wadham College
1754: Samuel Johnson
1754: Rev. Joseph Warton
1754: Rev. Joseph Spence
1757: Robert Bedingfield
1759: James Harris
1759: John Campbell
1760: Edward Cooper
1760: Bonnell Thornton
1761: Bp. Robert Lowth
1761: William Shenstone
1761: Rev. Joseph Warton
1762: Horace Walpole
1762: William Warburton
1770: Thomas Gray
1770: Rev. Richard Farmer
1770: Rev. James Granger
1774: Elizabeth Carter
1776: Rev. Edmund Cartwright
1777: Samuel Johnson
1777: Rev. William Mason
1778: John Bampfylde
1779: Rev. Richard Polwhele
1782: Rev. William Mason
1783: A. B.
1783: George Steevens
1785: The Cottage Mouse
1785: Anna Seward
1786: George Colman
1786: William Mavor
1786: John Wolcot
1786: Rev. Bryan Waller
1786: R. S.
1787: J. R.
1788: Edward Pye-Waters
1789: William Hayley
1790: A. B. G
1790: John Wolcot
1790: Emanuel Empty
1790: Joseph Ritson
1790: Rev. J. G.
1790: John Bannister
1790: John Wolcot
1790 ca.: A Friend
1795: Dr. Robert Anderson
1796: I. H.
1799: Henry Kirke White
1800: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1800: Thomas James Mathias
1804: Joseph Dennie
1805: Sir Walter Scott
1806: G. W. C.
1807: Robert Southey
1807: Sir Samuel Egerton Brydges
1809: Dr. Nathan Drake
1818: William Hazlitt
1822: Robert Southey
1824: Bryan Waller Procter
1825: A Constant Reader
1830: Rev. George Barrell Cheever
1834: John Wilson
1836: Hartley Coleridge
1842: C. H. Timperley
1850: Leigh Hunt
1854: Leigh Hunt
1880: Thomas Humphry Ward
1882: Epes Sargent
1790: Rev. Thomas Warton
Shall WARTON close his eyes in endless night,
And wasting pine upon the funeral bier,
"Without the meed of some melodious tear?"
Warton, whose keenly-penetrating eye
Pierc'd the thick gloom, in which obscure of old
Those ancient stars of wit were wont to lie,
Who from Oblivion's dull and stagnant stream
Rescu'd full many a name immers'd,
That now reflects a bright, irradiate beam
On regions dismal once, of thankless view.
Haply their spirits, hovering in the air,
Shall lull with nightly hymns his kindred shade,
Scattering with grateful hymns his hallow'd head.
"Thou honourest Verse, and Verse must lend her wing
To honour thee, thou Prince of Phoebus' quire;"
For thou could'st "build the rhime," and "strike the warbled string:"
And oft, where Isis rolls his classic tide,
The River Gods, and Nymphs with willows crown'd,
From their coral-paven beds,
Charm'd by thy voice, would form a circle round,
And life the magick of thy notes divine.
Their Patron thou, what time that daring youth,
With vaultings rude, and impious design,
Strove from old Isis' venerable brow,
With jealous hands to tear
The crown entwin'd of amaranthine hues,
The myrtle bay, and "ivy never sere."
A fairer crown never did Phoebus wear,
Drench'd in the sacred dews
Of Castaly, or ever-swelling Hippocrene.
So rash is still Presumption unabash'd!
But, arm'd with piety, thou didst intervene,
And check'd his daring. For this noble deed,
Long as Oxonia sits th' unrival'd Queen
Of Classick Learning, as of holy Truth,
Her sons shall hold thy memory ever dear.
For thee, perhaps, shall some congenial youth,
With lofty rhymes uprear
A deathless monument, in which thy name,
Free from intruding fear
Of jealous Envy, or malignant Fame,
Gathering fresh honours from each rising age,
Of Time and Chance shall brave the ruthless rage.
* See Milton's Lycidas, for the lines in inverted Commas.