ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Helen Maria Williams
, "To Miss Williams; addressed by her grateful Admirer and Friend, whose Opinion she consulted upon her Ode To Poesy" 1790 ca.; Hardinge, Miscellaneous Works (1818) 2:98-99.
Helen Maria Williams:
1782: Charlotte Anne Burney
1783: William Hayley
1784: Samuel Johnson
1784: Anna Seward
1786: W. Upton
1787: J. B-o
1787: Anna Seward
1790 ca.: George Hardinge
1790: E. J.
1791: E. J.
1793: Elizabeth Carter
1793: Anna Seward
1800: Rev. Richard Polwhele
1801: Charles Kirkpatrick Sharpe
1801: Alexander Thomson
1803: Francis William Blagdon
1815: Isaac D'Israeli
1822: James Harley
1855: Sarah Josepha Hale
1882: Epes Sargent
1887: P. W. Clayden
1772: Dr. Mark Akenside
1777 ca.: Edward Capell
1790 ca.: Henry Fielding
1790 ca.: William Jackson of Exeter
1790 ca.: Anna Seward
1790 ca.: Helen Maria Williams
1797 ca.: William Roscoe
1799: Sir James Bland Burges
1799: Edward Capell
1799: George Chalmers
1800 ca.: Richard Owen Cambridge
1800 ca.: David Hume
1800 ca.: Samuel Johnson
1800 ca.: Sir William Jones
1800 ca.: Rev. William Mason
1805 ca.: Richard Cumberland
1807 ca.: Sir James Bland Burges
1810 ca.: Richard Owen Cambridge
1810 ca.: John Chute
1810 ca.: Elizabeth Montagu
1810 ca.: Rev. John Whaley
1812: Richard Cumberland
1812 ca.: Anna Seward
1814: Rev. Michael Tyson
1815: Rev. Richard Polwhele
The Nymph whom these enchanting strains address
Her lov'd companion's voice enraptur'd hears—
The Nymph whose charms the field of Nature dress,
And whose wild beauty is of other years.
From Conway's flood, or hallow'd Shakespeare's tomb,
Or Ludlow's towers, that inspiration breathe,
She comes — to animate thy Winter's gloom,
And grace thy temples with her brightest wreath.
Sweet is thy Muse, though plaintive is her tone,
Since Love his myrtle to the cypress turn'd;
But Melody has made the tear her own,
And heaven-born Genius in the Song has mourn'd.
Alas! that Fortune, with her fingers rude,
Should pluck thy leaf before the mellowing day,
Though purest Faith, by suffering unsubdued,
Hath wrapt thy sorrows in her glowing ray.
Though every moral tie and social charm
With graceful zeal thy heart and life adorn;—
Though tears are thine, which Prudence can disarm,
When others tell thee of the piercing thorn:
But happier omens in her vision bright
The Muse for thee discerning shall proclaim;
There views thee firm upon the mountain's height,
Thy laurels there entwin'd in England's fame.
No more the selfish heart shall wound thy peace,
With cold neglect, or Envy's biting sneer:—
Nor shall the "alter'd eye" of proud Caprice
Insult the meek expostulating tear.
The wise and good shall consecrate thy lay;
The generous heart shall bleed for thy distress;
Expand thy virtues to the cheering day,
Mature thy talents, and thy feelings bless.