ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Anonymous, "To Samuel Rogers, Author of the Pleasures of Memory" Morning Post and Gazetteer (15 January 1799).
1792: Rev. Luke Booker
1794: J. B.
1794: Robert Merry
1796: Samuel Parr
1796: Rev. Joseph Warton
1801: Alexander Thomson
1803: S. Whitchurch
1804: Charles Burney
1807: Richard Cumberland
1807: Lady Anne Hamilton
1809: Lord Byron
1810: Sir Walter Scott
1811: Richard Cumberland
1813: Thomas Campbell
1813: Rev. Francis Hodgson
1813: Edward Thurlow
1813: Thomas Moore
1814: Thomas Barnes
1816: John Hamilton Reynolds
1817: William Wordsworth
1817: Rev. George Crabbe
1818: Henry Luttrell
1818: Lord Byron
1818: E. W. G.
1819: F. W.,
1820: David Carey
1822: John Taylor Esq.
1822: James Harley
1823: Rev. Charles Burton
1825: William Wordsworth
1827: V. A.
1829: Charles Lamb
1829: Mary Ann Browne
1830: William Roscoe
1830: Rev. George Barrell Cheever
1830: Rev. Oliver William Bourne Peabody
1830: C. H.
1830 ca.: Rev. John Mitford
1833: Allan Cunningham
1833: Charles Lamb
1834: Thomas Babington Macaulay
1835: George Ticknor
1840: Charles Dickens
1840 ca.: Caroline Norton
1847: Cyrus Redding
1848: Bernard Barton
1849: Dr. William Beattie
1850: Prince Albert
1851: Dr. David Macbeth Moir
1854: Lydia Huntley Sigourney
1855: Henry Crabb Robinson
1856: Abraham Hayward
1858: Cyrus Redding
1871: S. C. Hall
1872: James T. Fields
1873: Joseph Devey
1877: Bryan Waller Procter
1880: Henry Taylor
1882: Epes Sargent
1887: P. W. Clayden
1889: P. W. Clayden
1891: Charlotte Matilda Houstoun
1898: Rowland E. Prothero
Sweet Bard of Memory! accept the lay,
Thy merit prompts a distant Muse to pay.
Permit th' admiring stranger to intrude,
And greet thee sitting in some fav'rite shade,
By Taste for Song and Meditation made;
Or, haply, wand'ring by some winding stream,
Clear, like thy mind, and soothing, like thy theme.
The soft effusions of thy polish'd lyre
Each mild emotion of the heart inspire,
I feel thy influence now pervade my breast,
And charm the cares of busy life to rest.
With thee, a pensive view I fondly cast
On scenes of innocent amusement past:
The top, the kite, the marble I recal,
The hunted slipper, and the bounding ball,
The blindfold boy, that, in the centre plac'd,
Around the room the nimble taunters chas'd,
With various other sports that cheer'd the throne,
As gaily roll'd youth's vacant hours along.
And oft my fancy, by thy pencil led,
Seems to forget her vernal years are fled—
Begins again to act youth's frolics o'er—
Spurns time's controul — and turns a romp once more.
Great master of the sentimental strain!
Skill'd to command grief, pity, pleasure, pain;
Whate'er the tenor of thy varied tale,
Still Nature owns each elegant appeal:
There no discordant sounds offend the ear,
Nor lurks a line which modesty might fear,
Nor breathes a thought that virtue would alarm,
Make honour blush, or do religion harm.