ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Elizabeth Sophia Tomlins, Dedication to The Victim of Fancy in Public Advertiser (19 January 1787).
1779: H. M.
1780: Rev. Edmund Cartwright
1780: Eyles Irwin
1781 ca.: Mary Linley
1782: Rev. William Mason
1782: Anna Seward
1782: Hannah More
1782: W. O.
1783: John Scott of Amwell
1783: Helen Maria Williams
1783: R. B.
1784: J. U.
1785: H. S.
1785: Rev. Robert Potter
1786: The Cottage Mouse
1786: Anna Seward
1787: Edmond Malone
1787: Elizabeth Sophia Tomlins
1787: J. B-o
1788: Rev. James Hurdis
1788: Rev. Henry Francis Cary
1788: Edward Pye-Waters
1789: Dr. John Wolcot
1789: Q. P. R.
1789: John Williams
1790: Catherine Stephens
1790: Rev. Andrew Macdonald
1792: William Cowper
1795: Rev. Joseph Warton
1796: A Lady
1797: Thomas Park
1797: Rev. Henry Francis Cary
1798: Thomas James Mathias
1800: Dr. Nathan Drake
1801: Alexander Thomson
1802: Robert Southey
1804: Robert Southey
1805: Francis Jeffrey
1807: John Taylor Esq.
1809: Lord Byron
1812: Bernard Barton
1812: Charles Caleb Colton
1814: Leigh Hunt
1818: Melesina Chenevix Trench
1824: Robert Southey
1825 ca.: Henry Mackenzie
1829: John Clare
1829: Robert Southey
1833: Allan Cunningham
1834: Sir Samuel Egerton Brydges
1842: Mary Russell Mitford
1850: Leigh Hunt
1851: Dr. David Macbeth Moir
1856: Samuel Rogers
1882: Epes Sargent
Elizabeth Sophia Tomlins:
1787: William Hayley
Harmonious Bard, "of Britain's living choir,"
Whose skilful fingers touch the potent lyre;
Whose precepts, whilst they charm the soul, improve
And point each footstep to the goal you love;
Say, shall the candour of thy noble line,
Which says to Woman, "Poesy is thine;"
And bids, with dauntless aim the Female band
Pluck the green laurel from the Muse's hand—
Rest all unnotic'd by one grateful lay,
Unsung by those to whom you point the way?
And shalt thou, Hayley, whose melodious strain
Darts emulation thro' each glowing vein;
And fondly pays to fame and genius true,
The fair Comnena's shade, the tribute due;
Whilst thy fair pages female worth retrieve,
Shalt thou no tribute from the sex receive?
Yes — whilst with homage throb a thousand hearts,
Lo! from the throng the bold adventurer starts;
Her cheek yet wet with admiration's tears,
And awed by Genius, which her soul reveres,
From motives sacred as thy breast might own,
Her flowers she brings to thy poetic throne.
Simple and few, whilst at thy feet she strews
The warm effusions of a Female Muse;
She, from the raptures of a youthful heart,
Tho' not an artist, yet a friend to art;
Would mark how Woman venerates thy lays,
And trembling add, ennobled by thy praise,
A leaf of Myrtle to thy wreath of Bays.