ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Rev. Thomas Warton
Rev. J. G., "Elegiac Ode, on the Death of T. Warton Esq. Poet Laureat" Newcastle Chronicle (31 July 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
Rev. J. G.:
1790: Rev. Thomas Warton
Hail, mournful Muse! thy tribute bring
In verse sublime Tom's praise to sing;
(His powers, alas! no more)
For ah! the tuneful Bard is dead,
And drooping low his laurell'd head,
That held of Odes a score.
He's gone, alas! how hard the doom,
To pass stern Pluto's dreary gloom,
Thro' sulphur, fire, and smoke!
Where all the Odes that e'er he sung,
Can't silence Cerb'rus' triple tongue,
Nor e'er one smile provoke.
No more can Thou, like peals of thunder,
Astound the Court with gaping wonder,
At his harmonious lays;
Now, hush'd is ev'ry heart-felt strain,
That tickled oft the soul to pain,
When sung in George's praise.
The King, who saw "with rapture wild,"
Tom "mould his Harp to manners mild,"
His drooping heart to chear;
No more shall hear his warbling note,
Round fair St. James's Palace float,
In accents smooth and clear.
"No more to strike us with amaze,
Tom's tropes of adulation blaze,"
In verse of true sublime:
No more we hear loud blasts of fame,
Wild, blustring out great George's name,
In his immortal rhime.
Sweet Bard! how blest with ev'ry art,
That charm'd the ear, and won the heart
Of thy all-gracious King!
A lasting honour crowns thy head;
Thy verse yet lives, tho' thou art dead;—
For — thus thy praise I'll sing.
"'Twas Tom, who sung so sweet an air,—
Charm'd Lady Mayoress, and Lord May'r,
With his delightful metre:
Who thought (and really they're believers)
He equall'd marrow-bones and cleavers;"
So sings the tuneful Peter.
But, now he's dead — thro' boundless skies,
To heav'n Tom's warbling spirit flies,
Melodious ev'n in death:
He, like a Swan, beneath the reeds
Of rivers gliding thro' the meads,
Resign'd his "lyric breath."
Thy much-lov'd Muse, illustrious shade!
With artless grace laments thee, dead;—
Her harp neglected lies;
No more with harmony she sings;
No longer sweeps the sounding strings,
That echo thro' the skies.
Beneath the willows, that o'erlook
The waters of yon silent brook;—
A melancholy shade!
In sadness lost — with tearful eyes,
Pale, pensive, and forlorn — she cries,
Alas! Tom Warton's dead!!!
Just are thy tears, Parnassian Queen!
Tom's match no more thou'lt find, I ween,
'Mongst all the rhyming throng:
The laurels Phoebus did consign
To Tom, belov'd by all the Nine,
Renown'd in lyric song.