ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
John Oakman, "Verses on the Death of the late Mr. Shenstone" London Evening Post (7 May 1765).
1737: William Shenstone
1749: Lady Luxborough
1750 ca.: Rev. Richard Graves
1751: Rev. Richard Jago
1755: Robert Dodsley
1756: John Scott Hylton
1758: Alexander Carlyle
1759: James Woodhouse
1760: Edward Cooper
1760: Rev. Richard Graves
1761: Mrs. John Thomas
1763: Edward Cooper
1763: Rev. Richard Graves
1763: John Cunningham
1763: Edward Cooper
1763: Mary Darwall
1763 ca.: A Lady
1763: Dr. S.
1763: T. H.
1764: Rev. John Langhorne
1765: Cuthbert Shaw
1765: John Oakman
1766: John Scott of Amwell
1769: Thomas Gray
1771: William Roscoe
1771: Rev. Richard Graves
1772: Rev. John Ball
1773: Thomas Lyttleton
1774: Samuel Jackson Pratt
1774: Charles Graham
1776: Rev. Thomas Maurice
1778: Richard Tickell
1778: Old Robin
1779: J. M.
1779: Menassah Dawes
1780: J. W.
1782: Samuel Johnson
1783: Edmond Malone
1784: De Sp—do
1785: H. R.
1787: Robert Burns
1788: John Williams
1789: A Bard of the Wrekin
1791: Isaac D'Israeli
1792: Anna Seward
1792: John Bennet
1793: J. H. C.
1793: Captain John Majoribanks
1795: Dr. Robert Anderson
1797: Mr. Mott
1798: Anna Seward
1802: George Dyer
1805: Thomas Park
1806: Dr. John Aikin
1806: John F. M. Dovaston
1807: Robert Southey
1808: Anne Grant
1812: A. F.
1814: John Hamilton Reynolds
1814: James Jennings
1815: William Wordsworth
1818: William Hazlitt
1818: David Parkes
1823: David Parkes
1823: T. H.
1824: Bryan Waller Procter
1829: Anna Brownell Jameson
1830: Rev. George Barrell Cheever
1836: Hartley Coleridge
1836: L. L.
1842: C. H. Timperley
1855 ca.: Rev. John Mitford
1859: Leigh Hunt
1880: George Saintsbury
1882: Epes Sargent
1910: Ralph Straus
1765: William Shenstone
When Majesty yielding to fate,
Receives as a mortal his doom,
What pomp must his burial await,
What splendor must nod o'er his tomb.
Fond fashion in sable disguise
Must seem to lament o'er his bier,
And the nation put on when he dies,
Political black — for a year.
His virtues in life-time unknown,
Must stand to the reader confest;
And the chissel, indenting the stone,
Proclaim — what he never possest.
How silly, how vain this parade,
Such vanity all must deplore;
The marble by time is decay'd,
And the monarch is heard of no more.
Departed in Life's humble vale,
How different is Corydon's lot,
His virtues o'er time shall prevail,
And live when e'en Kings are forgot;
The Shepherds who dwell on the plain,
Shall his fame to their children prolong,
And sigh, when rehearsing the strain,
"This once was poor Corydon's song!"
Then, how solemn the sage shall repeat,
How silent the youths all attend,
"Yon house was his pleasant retreat,
With Truth! his companion, and friend:
What goodness still glow'd in his breast,
His loss to the plain, what a grief!
There the stranger was welcome to rest,
And the poor found a constant relief.
"Yon groves were his planting and care,
Where nature and art both unite,
The muse oft attended him there,
The muse that oft gave us delight;
How charming his pastoral reed,
What taste and simplicity join'd!
His songs were the sweetest agreed,
And forever they'll dwell in my mind."
Ye Shepherds who honour his days,
Forgive me this trifling verse,
Believe me, I seek not for praise,
But sorrowing follow his hearse:
Yet why should such grief be exprest?
How idle, how vain is our woe!
Immortal! he lives with the blest,
Eternal! his fame is below.