ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
A, "Verses sent to a Lady with Lyttelton's Poems" European Magazine 7 (March 1785) 227.
1743: James Thomson
1746: James Thomson
1747: Catherine Talbot
1747: Thomas Gray
1747: Thomas Edwards
1748: James Thomson
1748: W. D—n
1748: J. W-n
1751: William Shenstone
1751: Horace Walpole
1755 ca.: Richard Meadowcourt
1761: Rev. John Langhorne
1763: Rev. Charles Churchill
1765: William Kenrick
1767: Samuel Johnson
1771: W. P.
1773: James Beattie
1773: Elizabeth Carter
1773: Rev. William Lipscomb
1773: John Tait
1773: Edward Cooper
1773 ca.: A. P.
1773: John Jones
1773: C. R. M. S.
1779: Rev. Vicesimus Knox
1782: Rev. Joseph Warton
1788: John Williams
1792: John Bennet
1795: Dr. Robert Anderson
1802: George Dyer
1806: John Wooll
1806: Dr. John Aikin
1806: William Forbes
1807: Robert Southey
1809: Rev. Percival Stockdale
1810: William Wordsworth
1824: Bryan Waller Procter
1825 ca.: Henry Mackenzie
1829: Anna Brownell Jameson
1832: John Taylor Esq.
1833: Thomas Enort Smith
1834: Sir Samuel Egerton Brydges
1834: Thomas Babington Macaulay
1860: George Gilfillan
1882: Epes Sargent
1888: Edmund Gosse
If classic vigor, tenderness and ease,
And magic sweetness boast the pow'r to please;
These polish'd strains, in Hagley's shades inspir'd,
Enrich'd by judgment and by fancy fir'd,
Claim warmest tribute of applause from those,
In whom the vivid beam of candour glows.
How tasteless those who coldly can peruse
What springs from LYTTELTON'S melodious muse;
When generous Lucy, rich to beauty's smiles,
And deck'd with wisdom's fascinating spoils,
Inspires the verse that glows with love sincere,
And wakes compassion's sympathising tear.
She breathes no more! — but, peerless CHURCH, in you
Her splendid virtues hourly bloom anew!
You, from whose lips endearing accents flow;
You, in whose bosom Friendship loves to glow;
You, born celestial raptures to impart,
And sweetly captivate the coldest heart.
Thus too canst boast the soul-enchanting pow'r
That beams refulgence on the social hour;
Canst brighten sorrow's solitary glooms,
Since pity's chearing sun thy breast illumes.