ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
George Felton Mathew
, "To a Poetical Friend" 1815; European Magazine 70 (October 1816) 365.
1815: George Felton Mathew
1816: Leigh Hunt
1816: Leigh Hunt
1817: George Felton Mathew
1818: John Wilson Croker
1819: Joseph Ritchie
1820: P. G. Patmore
1820: William Wordsworth
1820: Mary Russell Mitford
1820: Percy Bysshe Shelley
1820: Thomas Love Peacock
1820: Henry Crabb Robinson
1820: Lord Byron
1820: John Hamilton Reynolds
1820: Francis Jeffrey
1821: Leigh Hunt
1821: John Clare
1821: William Maginn
1821: Lord Byron
1821: Bryan Waller Procter
1821: John Taylor, publisher
1822: Cornelius Webbe
1822: N. R.
1822: H. D.
1823: Rev. John Moultrie
1823: Thomas Hood
1824: William Hazlitt
1824: Letitia Elizabeth Landon
1826: Richard Ryan
1826: G. Y. H
1828: George Croly
1828: Walter Savage Landor
1828: Thomas M-s
1828: Thomas M-s
1828: Sumner Lincoln Fairfield
1828: Leigh Hunt
1829: Mary Howitt
1829: Rev. Oliver William Bourne Peabody
1830: A. P.
1831: A. P.
1832: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1833: Allan Cunningham
1834: G. G. Cunningham
1845: Sara Coleridge
1850: Leigh Hunt
1851: Dr. David Macbeth Moir
1852: Mary Russell Mitford
1861: Matthew Arnold
1862: Thomas Arnold
1873: Joseph Devey
1876: William Cullen Bryant
1877: Bryan Waller Procter
1880: Matthew Arnold
1882: Algernon Charles Swinburne
1882: Epes Sargent
1892: David Masson
George Felton Mathew:
1815: John Keats
1817: John Keats
O thou who delightest in fanciful song,
And tellest strange tales of the elf and the fay;
Of giants tyrannic, whose talismans strong
Have power to charm gentle damsels astray;
Of courteous knights-errant, and high-mettled steeds;
Of forests enchanted, and marvellous streams;—
Of bridges, and castles, and desperate deeds;
And all the bright fictions of fanciful dreams:—
Of captures, and rescues, and wonderful loves;
Of blisses abounding in dark leafy bowers;—
Of murmuring music in shadowy groves,
And beauty reclined on her pillow of flowers:—
O where did thine infancy open its eyes?
And who was the nurse that attended thy spring?—
For sure thou'rt exotic to these frigid skies,
So splendid the song that thou lovest to sing.
Perhaps thou hast traversed the glorious East;
And like the warm breath of its sun, and its gales,
That wander 'mid gardens of flowers to feast,
Are tinctured with every rich sweet that prevails?
O no! — for a Shakspeare — a Milton are ours!
And who e'er sung sweeter, or stronger than they?
As thine is, I ween was the spring of their powers;
Like theirs, is the cast of thine earlier lay.
It is not the climate, or scenery round,
It was not the nurse that attended thy youth;
That gave thee those blisses which richly abound
In magical numbers to charm, and to soothe.
O no! — 'tis the Queen of those regions of air—
The gay fields of Fancy — thy spirit has blest;
She cherish'd thy childhood with fostering care,
And nurtur'd her boy with the milk of her breast.
She tended thee ere thou could'st wander alone,
And cheer'd thy wild walks amidst terror and dread;—
She sung thee to sleep with a song of her own,
And laid thy young limbs on her flowery bed.
She gave thee those pinions with which thou delightest
Sublime o'er he boundless dominions to rove;
The tongue too she gave thee with which thou invitest
Each ear to thy stories of wonder and love.
And when evening shall free thee from Nature's decays,
And release thee from Study's severest control,
Oh warm thee in Fancy's enlivening rays,
And wash the dark spots of disease from thy soul.
And let not the spirit of Poesy sleep;
Of Fairies and Genii continue to tell—
Nor suffer the innocent deer's timid leap
To fright the wild bee from her flowery bell.