ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
W. M. I., "Irregular Stanzas, written in a Copy of the Poetical Works of Dermody" The Monthly Magazine 27 (July 1809) 587.
1789 ca.: Samuel Whyte
1791: Lady Moira
1795: Samuel Whyte
1796: Charles Lamb
1798: Robert Southey
1802: James Grant Raymond
1802: Anna Seward
1802: Henry Kirke White
1802: Peter L. Courtier
1802: S. O.
1803: William Holloway
1805: Rev. Henry Boyd
1806: James Grant Raymond
1806: Robert Southey
1807: Lady Anne Hamilton
1807: John Howard Payne
1807: Francis William Blagdon
1808: Samuel Egerton Brydges
1808: Edward Cummins
1809: W. M. I.
1810: Joseph Blacket
1812: Charles Phillips
1820: Cornelius Webb
1823: James B. Sheys
1825: L. R. J.
1878: Alfred Webb
W. M. I.:
1809: Thomas Dermody
Shade of the Bard, whom heav'nly genius fir'd,
But Mis'ry and Misfortune mark'd their own!
With tearful eye, I ponder o'er the page,
Where Friendship, sorrowing, makes thy follies known.
Now borne on seraph-wing I view thee tower
Sublime, 'mid sportive Fancy's regions wild;
Now sunk beneath the frown of meagre want,
Pen the sad lay of Melancholy's child.
Now Indiscretion's slave, by passion sway'd,
'Mid scenes of vice and folly grov'ling low,
Behold thee forfeit gen'rous Moira's aid,
And breathe the sigh of Pity o'er thy woe.
At length beneath a hovel's time-rent walls
Thou liest, the victim of diseases dire;
Whilst unchang'd Friendship, bending o'er thy couch,
Sees Genius' son in wretchedness expire.
Too late it found thee with the lib'ral boon;
Too late, alas! to ward the cruel blow;
Too late — but agoniz'd to view the scene,
And mourn thine early fate with heartfelt woe.
Unhappy Minstrel! who, with raptur'd fire,
Tho' Folly's child, could form the polish'd strain,
Thy darker shades shew man the vain desire
An excellence unblemish'd to attain.
Alas! I know, too oft the daring mind,
The Bard inspir'd with Genius' pow'rs divine,
Can meanly seek the mad Circean rout,
Or bow the knee at Atheism's shrine:
Too oft can sever Friendship's sacred bonds,
Or Love's more dear, more tender, blissful tie;
Can basely point wan Envy's rankling dart,
Or strike the lyre of vice-taught minstrelsy.
But thee — when oft assail'd by want and care,
If from stern virtue's path I mark thee stray,
I view with pity Passion's wayward slave;
Weep for thy faults, and venerate thy lay.