ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Dr. John Wolcot
A. K., "Stanzas, to Peter Pindar, Esq." The Monthly Magazine 33 (February 1812) 44.
Dr. John Wolcot:
1776 ca.: A Lady of Truro
1786 ca.: Edmond Malone
1786: D-s Pallet
1786: R. S.
1786: A Lady
1787: G. B. R.
1787: H. D.
1788: A Loyal Subject
1789: Harriet Falconar
1789: William Hayley
1789: Mrs. Boys
1790: Isaac D'Israeli
1790: Rev. Andrew Macdonald
1792 ca.: George Reid
1794: Thomas James Mathias
1794: A. N.
1796: Robert Burns
1796: William Wordsworth
1796: Alexander Balfour
1799: Mary Robinson
1800: William Gifford
1800: George Reid
1800: Thomas Dermody
1801 ca.: William Jackson
1801: Alexander Thomson
1802: Anne Grant
1806: Rev. Lawrence Hynes Halloran
1806: Samuel Jackson Pratt
1810 ca.: Anonymous
1811: Henry Crabb Robinson
1812: A. K.
1814: Leigh Hunt
1814: Thomas Barnes
1815: William Henry Ireland
1816: X. X.
1818: Thomas Enort Smith
1819: John Taylor Esq.
1820: John Keats
1820 ca.: Anonymous
1824: John Taylor Esq.
1826: Rev. Richard Polwhele
1827: Robert Southey
1830: Richard Warner
1831: Rev. Richard Polwhele
1832: John Taylor Esq.
1848: Benjamin Disraeli
1850: John Britton
1852: William Jerdan
1858: Cyrus Redding
1882: Margaret Oliphant
1882: Epes Sargent
1812: Dr. John Wolcot
Still strike, sweet Bard, the lyric string,
And let thy liquid numbers flow:
Oh! give thy genius ample wing,
Each varied note, shall echo sing
In cadence with thy native Doe.
When thou, sage Bard, command'st the shell,
The sons of folly shun the strain,
Then Vice retires within her cell,
Affrighted at thy pow'rful spell,
And bright ey'd Virtue smiles again.
When thou command'st the plaintive wire
The feeling breast consistent glows,
The 'waken'd passions all conspire
To raise the soul's sublimest fire,
And lure her from her self-drawn woes.
When sorrow claims the mournful song
Thy lute can breath her deepest moan;
Each woe-fraught tone with pathos strong
Can bid the breast its sighs prolong,
And move the heart obdurate grown.
When thou resumest the song of glee
Or satire keen, fair Virtue's guard,
Then sons of wealth and misery
Forget thy care to smile with thee,
My country's pride, Devonian Bard!
The venial clan, with eagle eye,
Still let thy poignant Muse explore;
For deep regret shall prompt the sigh,
The Doe shall weep her fountain dry
When thou shalt sweep the lute no more.