ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Buchanensis, in "Verses on the Approach of Winter" Scots Magazine 33 (April 1771) 209-10
1761: Robert Lloyd
1765: Thomas Gray
1770: A Lady
1771: Rev. William Mason
1771: James Boswell
1772 ca.: William Warburton
1775: Rev. John Ball
1775 ca.: Rev. Thomas Blacklock
1776: W. P.
1778: John Scott of Amwell
1780: Samuel Johnson
1782: J. W.
1782: J. H.
1783: Horace Walpole
1783: Hannah More
1783: N. T.
1783: David Robertson
1784: Rev. Robert Potter
1784: John Pinkerton
1784: William Cowper
1785 ca.: John Marriott
1787: Robert Burns
1787: Frances Burney
1793: John Thelwall
1794: Robert Alves
1795 ca.: Bp. Richard Hurd
1796: William Hayley
1797: Thomas Green
1798: Thomas James Mathias
1800: Rev. George Butt
1803: Alexander Balfour
1805: Sir Samuel Egerton Brydges
1806: Dr. John Aikin
1807: Francis Jeffrey
1807: Francis William Blagdon
1808 ca.: John Herman Merivale
1810 ca.: James Balfour
1813: Rev. William Cameron
1815: William Wordsworth
1819: John Keats
1823: Rev. Charles Burton
1824: Rev. Thomas Frognall Dibdin
1824: Bryan Waller Procter
1830: Rev. George Barrell Cheever
1831: John Wilson
1835: Robert Southey
1851: Robert Pearse Gillies
1880: George Saintsbury
1882: Epes Sargent
1906: George Saintsbury
1771: James Beattie
But chief, O BEATTIE, Fancy's darling son,
Mine eyes hang on thy page with ceaseless rapture.
What heavenly spirit, friend to mortal man,
Attunes thy magic lyre, and guides thy hand
To touch the string in concord with the heart!
Bold is thy lay in favour of thy country:
Thy satire, potent as the flash of heaven,
Humbles Sedition's daring crest to earth.
But who can hold the tear, while Beattie mourns
For beauty, virtue, gentleness, and youth,
Untimely snatch'd by unrelenting fate.
Hail, mighty champion! sent by Heaven, to save
From foul revolt 'gainst virtue, truth, and God,
The souls of men, and boldly fight the cause
Of Science, Virtue, Immortality,
Against th' imbattled hosts of infidels.
Sweet are thy accents, as the strains that flow'd
From Plato's honey'd lip; thy eloquence
Resistless, as the voice of him who rous'd
'Gainst haughty Philip Athens' slumb'ring sons.
More grateful is thy page to every good
And every feeling heart, than morning-light
To him whose harrass'd soul has all night long
Been fancy-rid by a disast'rous dream.
Kind Heaven with choicest blessings crown his head;
O crown with health, and joy, and peace the man
Who peace, and joy, to men restored, and on
The night of Sceptic darkness pour'd the day.
Accept, O Beattie, from a mind sincere,
Though much unfit to celebrate thy praise,
This mite of gratitude. Thy name shall live
With honour, as thy virtue fair, adorn'd,
When all the tome of Metaphysic lore,
And all the Atheist's, all the Sophist's dreams,
Shall, with their authors, and their vot'ries, sink
In dark Oblivion's bottomless abyss.