ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
, "Some of her Stanzas on the Castle of Otranto" Morning Chronicle and London Advertiser (23 June 1785).
1756: William Pulteney
1767: Jael Mendez
1769: William Shenstone
1775 ca.: Philotrantus
1780 ca.: William Cole
1783: Hannah More
1785: Ann Yearsley
1791: James Beattie
1791: Dr. John Wolcot
1795 ca.: Edmond Malone
1796: Henry Fuseli
1796: Anne Maria W.
1797: Thomas Green
1805: Anna Seward
1806: Richard Cumberland
1807: Robert Southey
1812: Isaac D'Israeli
1815: William Henry Ireland
1818: Rev. William Beloe
1818: William Hazlitt
1820: John Herman Merivale
1821: Lord Byron
1821: Sir Walter Scott
1822: John Wilson
1824: John Wilson Croker
1825 ca.: Henry Mackenzie
1832: John Taylor Esq.
1834: Sir Samuel Egerton Brydges
1842: C. H. Timperley
1849: Leigh Hunt
1852: Mary Russell Mitford
1863: George Daniel
1785: Hannah More
1785: Horace Walpole
1789: John Williams
Stella — if Walpole's spectres thus can scare,
Then near that great magician's walls ne'er tread,
He'll surely conjure many a spirit there,
Till, fear-struck, thou art number'd with the dead.
Oh! with this potent sorcerer ne'er converse;
Fly, Stella, quickly, from the magic storm,
Or soon he'll close thee in some high-plum'd hearse,
Then raise another angel in thy form.
Yet whisper not, I've call'd him names, I fear
His ariel would my hapless sprite torment;
He'd cramp my bones, and all my sinews tear,
Should Stella blab the secret I'd prevent.
But hush, ye winds, ye crickets chirp no more,
I'd shrink to bed, nor these sad omens hear:
An hideous rustling shakes the lattic'd door,
His spirits hover in the sightless air.
Now Morpheus shut each entrance of my mind,
Sink, sink Otranto in this vacant hour;
To thee, O balmy God! I'm all resign'd;
To thee e'en Walpole's wand resigns its power.
But, oh! swift-footed Time, thou ceaseless racer,
Thou who hast chac'd five thousand years before thee,
With all their great events, and minute trifles,
Haste, with redoubled speed — Bring on the hour,
When dark Oblivion's dusky veil shall shroud
Too painful memory.