ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Samuel Jackson Pratt
, "To Mr. Pratt" Gentleman's Magazine 74 (August 1804) 761.
Samuel Jackson Pratt:
1778 ca.: William Cole
1781: Rev. Robert Potter
1781: James Beattie
1781: B. Walwyn
1781: Clara Reeve
1781: Edmund Rack
1782: Horace Walpole
1782: Anna Seward
1785: Clara Reeve
1785: Rev. Richard Polwhele
1785: H. S.
1786: Anna Seward
1786: Rev. Mr. Poleskcles
1799: Mary Robinson
1802: William Mavor
1802: William Meyler
1803: Henry James Pye
1803: Rev. Richard Polwhele
1803: John Morfitt
1803: R. B. W-n
1804: Rev. Richard Graves
1805: Anna Seward
1808: Lord Byron
1809: Lord Byron
1809: Robert Southey
1809: J. G.
1810: Sir Walter Scott
1810: Mary Russell Mitford
1812: Charles Caleb Colton
1815: William Henry Ireland
1832: John Taylor Esq.
1850: John Britton
1952: Mary Alden Hopkins
Rev. Richard Graves:
1750 ca.: William Shenstone
1756: Robert Dodsley
1760: William Shenstone
1763: William Shenstone
1766: Dr. Henry Harington
1766: William Melmoth
1766: John Milton
1766: Sir Walter Raleigh
1771: William Shenstone
1774: Coplestone Warre Bampfylde
1776: Coplestone Warre Bampfylde
1780: Christopher Anstey
1780: Elizabeth Montagu
1786: Christopher Anstey
1786: Jane Bowdler
1786: Samuel Johnson
1788: Samuel Johnson
1804: Samuel Jackson Pratt
Alas! my friend, you're very kind
To say, that tho' I'm deaf and blind,
Of sight and hearing thus bereft,
My mental vigour still is left;
But while you contradict my senses,
My feeling stronger light dispenses,
And 'spit of all your glowing diction,
Poets, I find, will deal in fiction;
Yet, tho' I think your praise invention,
I thank you for your kind intention.
You tell me, Sir, I still am young,
Nor are you, Sir, intirely wrong—
If follies are of youth the test,
This obvious truth must be confest;
In this respect, I'm still a child,
By every youthful whim beguil'd:
The lovely sex I still admire;
But, ah! what hopes can they inspire?
Love books — I ne'er can read, I fear;
Love music — which I cannot hear;
Love pictures — which I cannot see;
What greater follies can there be?
But, ev'ry scruple to remove,
These dog'rel rhymes the fact will prove.
I'm also twice a man, you say,
Not twice a child — ah! lack-a-day!
I never was, say what you can,
But little more than half a man;
And now, by age and grief worn out,
I still am twice a man, no doubt!
And that my faculties decay,
I feel, alas! each fleeting day;
In short, if still you will dispute;
These rhymes your argument confute.
I'm hastening fast to ninety-one,
And ('tis full time) my work is done.
And hourly now, I keep in view
My latter end. — Dear sir, adieu!
Claverton, April 2, 1804.