ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Rev. Thomas Warton
John Bannister, "On the Death of the Rev. Thomas Warton, B.D." Derby Mercury (10 June 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
Ye gen'rous youths, whom love of virtue fires,
Ambition arms, and Poetry inspires,
Heave the deep sigh, and shed the heartfelt tear
O'er laurell'd WARTON'S much lamented bier;
And, sacred Isis, bid thy waters flow,
In all the solemn majesty of woe.
The Bard is dead, whose sweetly sounding strains
So oft have charm'd thy list'ning nymphs and swains;
Or, by sublimer genius borne along,
Proclaim'd to all, in numbers bold and strong,
Thy glories, OXFORD, and before our eyes
Bad the great spirit of her sons arise,
Those who in legislative arts excell'd,
Or led Britannia's armies to the field,
Thro' slaughter'd foes pursu'd the road to fame,
And dreaded nothing but their country's shame.
Nor less the useful arts of peace delight,
With eloquence to speak, with taste to write;
To form the manners of the rising youth,
To point the way to virtue and to truth;
Such arts ennoble Oxford's darling sons,
And fame their worth with wreaths eternal crowns.
Behold our Poet, smit with sacred rage,
Explore the dark and long neglected page
Of antient bards, whose fires but faintly gleam,
Obscure their language, tho' sublime their theme;
But like some god he drives the mists away,
Reveals their beauties and restores the day.
CHAUCER appears with every living grace;
Him LYDGATE follows with unequal pace.
In days more polish'd, SACKVILLE'S wit design'd
His moral tale, a mirror for mankind;
Whilst SURREY'S tender muse delights to rove
Thro' all the pleasing labyrinths of love;
And Fancy's fav'rite child, sweet SPENCER, leads
Th' enraptur'd soul thro' groves and flow'ry meads,
Where chivalry her heroes brings along,
To raise the power of allegoric song,
And knights and ladies strike our wond'ring eyes,
And magic palaces before us rise,
In vain will genius on her vot'ry blaze;
The sickly flame, tho' dazzling, soon decays,
Unless fair Virtue shed her sacred light,
And make it shine as permanent as bright.
Thus WARTON, tho' thy ardent bosom caught
All that Apollo and the Muses taught,
Yet virtue triumph'd over every art,
And claim'd the largest portion of thy heart.
Just, lib'ral, candid, friendly and sincere,
Above the pomp of pride, and flatt'ry's servile fear,
Whate'er the fawning, courtly tribe may say,
("The short-liv'd insects of a summer's day,"
Who never paid their vows at virtue's shrine,
Or learn'd to estimate a worth like thine;)
Yet shall my feeble but unspotted lays,
From vice and flatt'ry free, record thy praise,
And while unfading laurels round thee bloom,
Weave this light garland to adorn thy tomb.