ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
, "On the Death of Oliver Goldsmith" Poems on Several Occasions, chiefly miscellaneous (1775) 155-57.
1759: William Shenstone
1766: Rev. Joseph Warton
1768: Frances Burney
1768: William Kenrick
1770: Corbyn Morris
1770 ca.: D. G.
1770: W. Willis
1773: T. S.
1773: Richard Fenton
1773: S. J.
1773: A. B.
1773: P. H. M. D.
1773: Rev. Percival Stockdale
1773: B. G.
1774: Horace Walpole
1774: William Woty
1774: John Tait
1774: Samuel Jackson Pratt
1774: Miss L.
1774: Richard Cumberland
1774: David Garrick
1775: Robert Hill
1775: W. P.
1776 ca.: Joshua Reynolds
1778: M. Macgreggor, Esq.
1780: Thomas Davies
1787: A Clergyman of Ireland
1788: James Beattie
1790: Robert Burns
1791: James Boswell
1795: Dr. Robert Anderson
1796: A Gentleman of Canada
1800: Thomas Dermody
1805: Charles Brockden Brown
1806: Dr. John Aikin
1807: Robert Southey
1807: Sir Samuel Egerton Brydges
1809: Dr. Nathan Drake
1811: Richard Cumberland
1812: William Henry Ireland
1813: Rev. William Cameron
1818: Rev. Francis Hodgson
1820: Lord Byron
1820: Rev. John Graham
1821: Thomas Stott
1822: William Cook
1822: Tobias Oldschool
1824: William Hazlitt
1824: Bryan Waller Procter
1825 ca.: Joseph Cradock
1826: Richard Ryan
1827: William Goodhugh
1829: Anna Brownell Jameson
1830 ca.: William Roscoe
1830: Rev. George Barrell Cheever
1831: John Wilson Croker
1832: John Taylor Esq.
1850: Leigh Hunt
1880: Edward Dowden
1882: Epes Sargent
1775: Oliver Goldsmith
Alas! the Pride of Letters is no more!
The mighty Loss of Goldsmith all deplore.
Quite from his Lips his tuneful Breath is fled,
And he lies number'd with the silent Dead.
He cannot now in moving Numbers sing,
Nor tune the Lyre, nor touch the trembling String.
Ye Britons mourn that suffer by the Blow,
It is indeed unutterable Woe.
But chiefly ye to whom the Bard is dear,
Pour forth your Griefs, and drop, ah! drop a Tear!
Already Learning's Sons distress'd appear.
Goldsmith, the gentle Goldsmith, leaves the Stage!
Goldsmith, the greatest Poet of the Age.
The Man of Rhyme, the Boast of Science fair,
Is lost to all the World; while twice ten thousand mourn with dismal Care.
The dismal News to distant Places flies,
A Murmur reigns, a Noise begins to rise,
Goldsmith is dead, some dear Acquaintance cries.
If Genius meets Reward beyond the Grave,
If after Death the learn'd immortal Pleasure have,
Then Goldsmith will be blest, his Soul the Bard shall save.
He was what once was Dryden, Garth, and Rowe,
As did their Numbers, so did his'n flow.
Our Author wrote for to reform Mankind;
For true Ambition is with Virtue join'd.
Sweet Poetry in Goldsmith gain'd a Friend,
Alas! she sickens now, she mourns his End.
The Orpheus of the Age at length is flown,
Methinks I hear Parnassus give a Groan.
The Muses all in Tears desponding lie,
E'en sportive Thalia now begins to sigh;
Down, down the Cheeks the briny Torrents flow
Lamented Goldsmith causes all our Woe.
The People hang their Heads that pass along,
A cruel Anguish rends their tuneful Throng;
A thousand Sighs and more proceed from all,
Affliction mighty stabs both great and small,
While I, the meanest Servant of the Muse, deplore the Poet's Fall.