ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Anonymous, "To the unknown Author of Coelebs" Gentleman's Magazine 79 (August 1809) 752.
1773: John Langhorne
1773: W. H.
1773: W. H.
1776: M. R.
1777: W. H.
1777: T. S.
1778: Samuel Johnson
1778: Rev. William Tasker
1779: T. B****s
1781: Bp. Robert Lowth
1783: Elizabeth Carter
1784: James Beattie
1785: Ann Yearsley
1789: John Williams
1791: Elizabeth Ogilvy Benger
1791: A Young Lady
1792: John Bennet
1794: Rev. Richard Polwhele
1795: Elizabeth Montagu
1806: William Forbes
1809: Melesina Chenevix Trench
1809: Sydney Smith
1814: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1815: William Henry Ireland
1819: Leigh Hunt
1822: James Harley
1828: Leigh Hunt
1834: Sara Coleridge
1837: Thomas Babington Macaulay
1846: John Dix
1847: Joseph Cottle
1855: Sarah Josepha Hale
1857: Samuel Griswold Goodrich
1858: Cyrus Redding
1871: S. C. Hall
1882: Epes Sargent
1883: Eric S. Robertson
Long had a false but specious taste prevail'd,
Through which our youths were fatally assail'd;
The great palladium of the British Laws,
The British Press, became th' unconscious cause.
Here all are readers, from the Prelate down
To him who makes the learned Prelate's gown;
Or, from the fair who glitters at the Court
To her who toils for ev'ry day's support.
Hence public Libraries in ev'ry street
Attract our notice, and our wishes meet;
Where the young virgin and the servant wench,
The prentic'd lad and student for the Bench,
Procure the floating novels of the day,
Imbibe their principle, and learn their way.
As these were wrong, so they were wrongly taught,
And big with mischief was the method fraught;
The writers all were venal, or, at best,
Manners and morals were their only test;
E'en they whose names stood foremost on the roll,
Wrote for the body, but forgot the soul.
None chose to take Religion for a theme,
But dipp'd their pens in Error's wand'ring stream.
'Twas left for thee to form the grand design,
To make a NOVEL speak of truths divine:
To shew Salvation's great and glorious plan,
The Christian covenant 'tween God and man.
That Faith alone is not approv'd above,
Unless it work by charity and love;
And our best works may yet be good for nought,
Unless in pure obedience they are wrought.
These are the truths that gild thy ample page,
And catch th' attention of a giddy age,
As Doctors oft, to cure their patients' ill,
Are force' to cheat them with a gilded pill;
So hast thou us'd a laudable disguise
To gain our reading, and to make us wise,
To lash our vices, yet conceal the rod,
And lead our views to goodness and to God.
Thine be the meed of well-deserv'd applause,
Of self-approval from a righteous cause!
O then no longer seek to hide thy name,
But in the temple of terrestrial Fame,
Let Time enrol it with the world's acclaim!