ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
, "To Richard Cumberland, Esq." 1805 ca.; Hardinge, Miscellaneous Works (1818) 2:105-06.
1765: Jack Frost
1765: William Kenrick
1774: Oliver Goldsmith
1778: Richard Tickell
1778: Frances Burney
1778: T. S.
1780: Thomas Davies
1781: Richard Brinsley Sheridan
1782: Rev. Thomas Stratford
1788: William Cowper
1789: John Williams
1798: Thomas James Mathias
1801: Alexander Thomson
1803: Robert Southey
1805 ca.: George Hardinge
1806: Francis Jeffrey
1811: S. H.
1811: C. T.
1812: George Hardinge
1812: Rev. Francis Hodgson
1813: S. Hughes
1816: John Neal
1818: Rev. William Beloe
1825 ca.: Henry Mackenzie
1832: John Taylor Esq.
1834: Sir Samuel Egerton Brydges
1843: John Holland
1847: Horace Smith
1848: John Forster
1852: Mary Russell Mitford
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
"Wake from its rest the comic lyre!
Put breath into its dormant fire!
Call into life Menander's vein!
And Britain's Terence crown again!
"Resign the amorous myrtle's hue!
No more the rose of youth renew!
Though evergreen thy age appears,
And smiles avert the destin'd years!
"Thee, ever sure of public fame,
Her gales invite, her transports claim;
The Muses to their Lover blest
Allow no interval of rest."
When Britain's Genius thus complain'd,
Mars th' ill-tim'd appeal disdain'd:
The nodding crest his plume arrays,
A sword the Veteran's thigh displays.
With sanguine flame the vesture glows,
The arts of Peace their lustre close:
Thalia's playful notes are dumb,
Scar'd at the fulminating drum.
'Tis past; — the Victor's wreath is ours:
With Peace return the laughing hours;
And Cumberland's dramatic page,
The mirrour of a living Stage.
With Satire — from the Muse a theft
(Whose rifled stores have nothing left)
His fertile wit's enchanting strain
Has built an Athens here again.