ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Anonymous, "To the Memory of a late ingenious Pastoral Poet" Morning Chronicle and London Advertiser (2 September 1774).
1764: James Woodhouse
1765: T. O.
1766: J. R.
1766: C. B., M.D.
1766: Author of the Cook's Tale
1773: John Cunningham
1773: J. W.
1773: W. K-x, jun.
1773: Robert Fergusson
1774: H. W.
1775: W. Holland
1776: William Hawkins
1778: William Hawkins
1789: Mr. Tyson
1789: John Williams
1790 ca.: Joseph Ritson
1802: George Saville Carey
1802: David Carey
1804: William Mudford
1809: Stephen George Kemble
1824: Bryan Waller Procter
1860: George Gilfillan
1882: Epes Sargent
1922: Iolo Williams
Sir, the following tribute to the memory of one, who, as a man and a poet, is entitled to every praise, was written soon after the melancholy event to which it alludes, but never yet published. If you think it worthy of that honour, it is at your service. I am, &c.
Ye shepherds so blithsome and gay,
That pip'd and that danc'd on the mead,
No longer ye pipe and ye play,—
Your favourite Cunningham's dead.
Ye lambkins that skip o'er the plain,
Ye warblers that sing in the grove,
You endeavour to please, but in vain—
How vain are your efforts to move!
By the side of my Cunningham's hearse,
I've planted the laurel and bays;
No poet could equal his verse,
So artless, so soft, were his lays.
How oft o'er thy tomb have I sigh'd,
Of men and of poets thou best!
Like thee would 'twere said I had died,
As happy as thee, and as blest!
Oh! Cunningham, ceaseless I'll mourn,
At thy loss I shall ever repine;
My tears shall besprinkle thy urn,
Till my breast be as frozen as thine.