ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Anonymous, "To Mr. Horace Walpole" St. James's Chronicle (16 November 1769).
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
In Tyranny the Shade of Richard reign'd,
His Form perverted, and his Annals stain'd;
The Monkish Legend first assail'd his Fame,
And Shakspeare damn'd to Infamy his Name;
Immortal Shakspeare, urg'd by fictious Lure,
Stampt Nature on the Tale to make it sure;
See Garrick rage, the Richard Shakspeare drew,
The bloodiest Monster Nature ever knew!
Assume a Frown no Fortitude can meet,
And sink his Audience trembling at his Feet!
My Heart, like others, shudder'd at the View,
And felt the Fiction when the Fright withdrew.
The lordly Page, where Truth should guide the Pen,
I turn'd, and there the Phantom stalk'd again;
Sophistic Reas'ning, Verulam, was thine,
Less partial Inference, great Sage, was mine:
The bloody Robe from Glo'ster's Shoulders fell,
And suited Richmond, in my Eye, as well;
I saw the Roses, History conjoin'd,
Sink, languishing upon a Crown purloin'd;
I saw the young Plantagenet expire
In Richmond's Gripe, the Image of his Sire,
Deny'd the Grace a Sister's Eye to meet,
Or tender Duty at a Mother's Feet!
In Stanley's Murther Edward's Heir avow'd,
And Edward's Son by Verulam allow'd:
His Right the conscious Pleader understood,
And, meanly-quibbling, tainted him in Blood:
Pedantic James approv'd the subtle Plan,
Caress'd the Writer, and despis'd the Man.
Oft have I dar'd, and met the Cynic's Sneer,
Oft have I urg'd, what few would stoop to hear;
For all was singularity of Thought,
And Prepossession silenc'd all to Nought;
'Till Walpole's Genius pierc'd the Gloom of Night,
And dragg'd the long imprison'd Truth to Light;
To Richmond gave the Dagger and the Bowl,
To Glo'ster Comeliness of Form and Soul.