ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
, "Horace, Ode Bk. 4 No. 2 imitated. To the Rev. Mr. Douglas" 1751; Works of Horace, ed. Duncombe (1757) 1:426-27.
1747: Philo-Milton Petriburgensis
1747: S. S.
1747: W. K.
1749: William Warburton
1750 ca.: William Warburton
1750 ca.: William Hall
1751: Rev. John Duncombe
1762: Rev. Charles Churchill
1774: Oliver Goldsmith
1791: Isaac D'Israeli
1791: James Boswell
1798: Alexander Campbell
1804: David Irving
1804: Rev. William Tooke
1809: Leigh Hunt
1851: Leigh Hunt
Rev. John Duncombe:
1751: William Lauder
1754: Hester Mulso Chapone
1754: Thomas Edwards
1754: Anne Finch
1754: George Jeffreys
1754: Mary Leapor
1754: Judith Cowper Madan
1754: Elizabeth Pennington
1754: Katherine Philips
1756: Rev. John Dyer
1756: Samuel Richardson
1760 ca.: Susanna Duncombe
1772: Rev. Christopher Pitt
1772: Rev. Samuel Say
1772: Rev. Joseph Spence
1784: Mary Leapor
Whoe'er, with impious Hand, essays
To sully Milton's spotless Lays,
In grisly Form will soon appear,
Like Lauder, touch'd with your Ithurial-Spear,
As from Plinlimmon, swoln with Showers
And wintry Snows, Sabrina pours
Down Cambria's Vales; so Milton's Song
With unresisted Fury sweeps along.
Th' Homeric Wreath he well may claim,
(Like Him in Fortune as in Fame,)
Whether high Heaven resound th' Alarms
Of Angels and Archangels, clad in Arms;
Or whether he thro' Eden leads
Our Steps, o'er Lawns and flowery Meads,
Where the fring'd Bank green Myrtles crown,
And Shades, unpierc'd, the noon-tide Bowers imbrown.
Whene'er, to vain Delights a Foe,
He pensive strikes the Strings of Woe;
Or bids Euphrosyne the Lyre
Resume, and warble to the dancing Choir;
Or crowns his lost Companion's Shrine,
Or bids us Comus' Revels join;
Not Hayman's or Roubilliac's Art
Such Life, such Grace, such Energy impart!
Thro' Tracts conceal'd from mortal Sight
Our British Eagle wings his Flight,
And basks, undazzled at the Blaze,
Like his own Uriel, in the Solar Rays.
My Muse, with weak but arduous Toil,
Culls, like the Bee, her balmy Spoil,
Ambitious, in these classic Bowers,
To draw Horatian Sweets from British Flowers.
Mean while 'tis yours, with patriot Zeal,
This dark Imposture to reveal,
And deathless Amaranth, which grew
Fast by the Tree of Life, now blooms for You.