ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Rev. William Mason
Nassovius, "Impromptu, written upon reading Mr. Mason's Secular Ode" Morning Chronicle and London Advertiser (8 November 1788).
Rev. William Mason:
1748: Thomas Gray
1749: D. H.
1749: C. B.
1752: R. D.
1756 ca.: Rev. James Hervey
1757: Mr. Boyce
1758: William Whitehead
1758: Thomas Neville
1760: Thomas Gray
1760: Edward Cooper
1761: William Shenstone
1763: Thomas Balguy
1763: Elizabeth Montagu
1763: Rev. Richard Shepherd
1764: Rev. Charles Churchill
1765: Rev. Joseph Warton
1768: Elizabeth Carter
1772 ca.: Richard Fenton
1772: Edward Jerningham
1773: Rev. William Hayward Roberts
1777 ca.: William Cole
1778: Samuel Johnson
1778: J. Boerhadem
1779: Rev. Vicesimus Knox
1782: William Hayley
1784: Dr. Warwick
1785: H. S.
1785: Rev. Richard Polwhele
1786: Rev. Robert Potter
1788: Rev. Robert Greville
1790: Rev. Bryan Waller
1790: Rev. Andrew Macdonald
1791: James Boswell
1791: Francis Garden
1792: John Bennet
1794: Thomas James Mathias
1797: Thomas Park
1797: Hannah More
1797: Dr. John Aikin
1797: Dr. J. Crane
1797: Brooke Boothby
1797: Bp. Richard Hurd
1797: Thomas Gisborne
1797: Anna Seward
1797: Rev. Henry Francis Cary
1798: J. K.
1798: Thomas James Mathias
1798: Michael Wodhull
1800 ca.: George Hardinge
1800: Thomas Dermody
1801: Dr. Erasmus Darwin
1801: John Penn
1802: George Dyer
1803: Elizabeth, Countess Harcourt
1806: Richard Cumberland
1806: William Hayley
1815: Mary Russell Mitford
1815: Richard Nares
1824: Bryan Waller Procter
1825 ca.: Joseph Cradock
1826: Herbert Barton
1827: Robert Southey
1830: Richard Warner
1833: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1845: John Holland
1853: Rev. John Mitford
1860: George Gilfillan
1882: Epes Sargent
1891: Samuel Smiles
1910: Ralph Straus
1788: Rev. William Mason
Yes! it is age, that now is grown too wise,
The Poet's once-fam'd energies to prize;
Accounting Wisdom's lessons much the worse,
For being vested in magnetick verse.
Verse, the supreme accomplishment of speech,
The happiest art to please at once, and teach.
Yes, it is age, that on the wing to fly,
This goal of life to perfect liberty;
Loves more and more it's prison, and misdeems
Ingenuous youth's heroick feelings, dreams.
And will not, rich in old experience, shew
The way of Virtue, which it best should know.
Nor is it age alone that cannot trace
The varying course of Fancy's ample race;
For, save the inventor — scarce a sage is found
That knows the limits of invention's round,
And hence the real Poet asks an age
Ere admiration stamps his living page;
Then publick rev'rence waits upon his tomb,
And idly o'er his dust bids glory bloom.
True to thy genius, to thy duty true,
Puissant still thy hand that bow-string drew
Which in thy youth, O Mason! all the Nine
With many a smile auspicious, voted thine.
And still it sings so strongly, on it's way
(With all the chime of Pindar, and of Gray);
That as we hear the energizing strain,
The pulse of freedom beats in ev'ry vein,
We glow enraptur'd, and exult to own
The patriot-zeal which Britons feel alone.
Yes, it is true, that Britain soars at length
On such a legal, such a charter'd strength:
That still her Monarch must be found her friend,
Or see vain-glory in a meteor end.
Law, glorious law, the Seraph of our sphere,
With such a radiant influence governs here;
That freedom standing near her sun-bright throne,
Proudly proclaims Britannia's Isle, her own.
'Tis mine, she says, since abject tyranny,
Perish'd beneath the glaunce of Nassau's eye.
O gen'rous Mason! never known to stray,
Ambition's meaner slave, from virtue's way.
The Briton of his trust you well apprize,
Teach him the cruel commerce to despise,
And from his strength of native worth to soar
O'er all the earth, lost freedom to restore;
Nor end his glorious toils, 'till all the earth
Shall share at once his welfare, and his worth.