ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
J. W., "Elegiac Verses on hearing that the Continuation of the Minstrel was prevented by the domestic Distresses of the Author" Edinburgh Magazine or Literary Amusement 55 (22 January 1782) 78-79.
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
1695: Michael Drayton
1740: Rev. Isaac Watts
1773: John Cunningham
1778: Gen. John Burgoyne
1779: Bp. Robert Lowth
1780: William Shenstone
1782: James Beattie
1800: Elizabeth Montagu
1814: Robert Southey
Does B—y feel the scorpion lash of Fate?
In B—y's breast do pain and anguish brood?
B—y the wise, the gen'rous, and the great,
Nay, more than great — the worthy and the good?
He does — O Providence! expound, expound!
Thy ways are wonderful — and sure they're just;
But why should Virtue still with thorns be crown'd?
Fain would I trust — but tremble while I trust.
For B—y's woes in weightier terms impeach
The perfect justice of the moral scheme,
Than all that sophists — all that sceptics teach,
All Hume can prove, Voltaire or Ashly dream.
How "Vice should triumph, Virtue Vice obey,"
A seraph once descended to explain;—
O leave again, blest guide! the realms of day,
And tell why B—y feels the stings of pain.
'Tis Heav'n who marks the greatness of his mind,
And forms his virtues in the mould of woe,
That he, by trial, ripen'd and refin'd,
May shine on high, as once he shone below.
The sweetest flow'r that blossoms on the mead,
We plant in filth to blossom sweeter still—
The rose we crop — but each unnotic'd weed
May wax and wither, on its native hill.
The finest ore in crucibles must pass
Thro' all the tortures of the smelting fire;
But dross and dirt may swell the dunghill mass,
And ne'er be martyr'd on the shining pyre.
Thus B—y feels variety of woes,
While F—x and S—nd—ch bask in Fortune's beam;
But why a curse without a crime impose?
Does this the plan of equity beseem?
No — he for sin the penalty must pay—
For sin he bleeds — for sin, but not his own—
The paschal lamb, tho' innocent and gay,
Could yet for Judah's guilty land attone—
And while thy harp, that charm'd each British ear,
Is broke, sweet bard! by Mis'ry's rudest hand;
We see how Providence, with rod severe,
By scourging thee can scourge a guilty land.
Edin. Jan. 19, 1782.