ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Anonymous, "To William Hayley, Esq." Gentleman's Magazine 53 (May 1783) 428.
1779: H. M.
1780: Rev. Edmund Cartwright
1780: Eyles Irwin
1781 ca.: Mary Linley
1782: Rev. William Mason
1782: Anna Seward
1782: Hannah More
1782: W. O.
1783: John Scott of Amwell
1783: Helen Maria Williams
1783: R. B.
1784: J. U.
1785: H. S.
1785: Rev. Robert Potter
1786: The Cottage Mouse
1786: Anna Seward
1787: Edmond Malone
1787: Elizabeth Sophia Tomlins
1787: J. B-o
1788: Rev. James Hurdis
1788: Rev. Henry Francis Cary
1788: Edward Pye-Waters
1789: Dr. John Wolcot
1789: Q. P. R.
1789: John Williams
1790: Catherine Stephens
1790: Rev. Andrew Macdonald
1792: William Cowper
1795: Rev. Joseph Warton
1796: A Lady
1797: Thomas Park
1797: Rev. Henry Francis Cary
1798: Thomas James Mathias
1800: Dr. Nathan Drake
1801: Alexander Thomson
1802: Robert Southey
1804: Robert Southey
1805: Francis Jeffrey
1807: John Taylor Esq.
1809: Lord Byron
1812: Bernard Barton
1812: Charles Caleb Colton
1814: Leigh Hunt
1818: Melesina Chenevix Trench
1824: Robert Southey
1825 ca.: Henry Mackenzie
1829: John Clare
1829: Robert Southey
1833: Allan Cunningham
1834: Sir Samuel Egerton Brydges
1842: Mary Russell Mitford
1850: Leigh Hunt
1851: Dr. David Macbeth Moir
1856: Samuel Rogers
1882: Epes Sargent
Arise my Hayley! thy dark forehead clear;
What though our Thornton fills the sable bier:
Thy Muse, in grateful Friendship's tender verse,
With sweetest flowers has strew'd his early hearse;
And fondly giv'n, what well she knows to give,
His honour'd name in her fair page to live.
There too he shines, who with redressive zeal
Saw the poor debtor feel a ruffian's pain,
And female frailty drag th' unworthy chain.
Averse to flatter, though inclin'd to praise,
Malignant Wit now wakes thy angry lays;
In Virtue's cause thy vengeful bolt is sped,
And flaming strikes the Dean's devoted head.
Nor dost thou spare, though in every line
Chaste eloquence and classic taste combine,
That writer, who with sly malicious aim
Labours to quench Religion's holy flame.
For now thy Genius, with a critic sway,
O'er History's ample field extends her way.
Now Art is fix'd on her late tottering throne,
And Painting shines in colours not her own.
Yet happier far, when to our ravish'd view
Thy pen the mild Serena's image drew;
The mild Serena, in whose breast we find
The just reflection of her poet's mind.
Come then, and dare th' Homeric pencil wield,
Nor e'en to Mason yield the Epic field.
Rouse thy free spirit; nor with party rage,
Like him, contaminate thy virgin page.
Round Rodney's temple the green laurel twine,
And Howe preserve in thy embalming line.