ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Imoinda, "Stanzas occasion'd by reading the Triumphs of Temper, a Poem by Mr. Hayley" Town and Country Magazine 14 (August 1782) 437.
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
1782: William Hayley
Divine Sophrosyne! whose power
Can passion's fiery heat controul;
Can smooth the rough perplexing hour,
And calm the tempest of the soul!
Assist me with thy skill divine,
Oh! bless me by thy magic art,
Soothe every passion fell, malign,
And tranquillize my happy heart.
And erst, as tuneful Hayley sung,
When thou badst string the pleasing lyre;
(At thy command the lyre he strung,
And warbled with poetic fire.)
As then, to sweet Serena kind,
So kind, oh! goddess, prove to me,
Oh! deign to harmonize my mind,
And keep it still from tumults free.
O'er her soft breast thy friendly hand
The mystic ribbon bound with care;
And kind, endu'd the shining band,
With pow'r to calm each passion there.
So, goddess, deign for me to weave
The potent bandage, which shall be,
As it will ev'ry care relieve,
A valu'd relic still to me.
For oft, unruly in my breast,
Foul passions rise above controul,
Chase from my mind delightful rest,
And drive sweet quiet from my soul.
Thy friendly hand relief could bring,
Refuse not the desir'd request;
Then would I still with pleasure sing
The kind restorer of my rest.
Divine Sophrosyne! oh hear,
Tho' at thy shrine so lately sung
A bard, whose numbers full and clear,
Flow in soft cadence from the tongue.
Tho' my rude strain offend thy ear,
And in unworthy numbers flows,
Oh! condescend my pray'r to hear,
And give me my desir'd repose.
Oh! let not madding anger's storm,
More in my breast a rough war wage,
Nor peevishness its peace deform,
But thy soft pow'r my heart engage.
With thee replete, mild joy shall shed
Her brightest smiles upon my face;
O'er my glad looks new pleasure spread,
And fill my eye with vivid grace.