ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Cestriensis, "Lines addressed to a Lady with a Copy of Cowper's Poems" Morning Chronicle (31 August 1810).
1782: Rev. Edmund Cartwright
1786: Anna Seward
1786: Hannah More
1786: Rev. Robert Potter
1786: A. B.
1787: A Lady
1789: Walter Churchey
1789: R. B.
1790 ca.: William Hayley
1791 ca.: Thomas Clio Rickman
1792: John Bennet
1795: Rev. Richard Polwhele
1795 ca.: Anonymous
1796: Charles Lamb
1798: Thomas James Mathias
1800: A Gentleman at Bath
1800: C., 25th reg. infantry
1800: De Willoughby
1800: F. T. C.
1800: X. Z.
1800: Anna Seward
1801: William Holloway
1801: Leigh Hunt
1802: W. T.
1802: Paul Allen
1803: Thomas Clio Rickman
1803: Anna Seward
1804: Homunculus Lepidissimu
1805: Sir Samuel Egerton Brydges
1806: Dr. John Aikin
1806: Rev. William Lisle Bowles
1806 ca.: Sobrino
1806: Rev. William Lisle Bowles
1807: Robert Southey
1809: Bp. Reginald Heber
1810: Dr. Randolph of Bath
1812: Bernard Barton
1812: Henry Crabb Robinson
1812: Charles Caleb Colton
1814: Thomas Barnes
1817: Leigh Hunt
1821: Emily Taylor
1822: Tobias Oldschool
1824: Bernard Barton
1824: William Hazlitt
1824: Rev. Carlos Wilcox
1824: S. J.
1824: Bryan Waller Procter
1825 ca.: Henry Mackenzie
1827: Ann Radcliffe
1827: William Goodhugh
1828: John Wilson
1830: Sir Samuel Egerton Brydges
1830: Rev. George Barrell Cheever
1833: Allan Cunningham
1851: Dr. David Macbeth Moir
1852: Mary Russell Mitford
1880: Thomas Humphry Ward
1882: Epes Sargent
1810: William Cowper
To thee, dear Maid! let COWPER'S pleasing lays,
Sacred to virtue, paint domestic days,
Where love, and social bliss endear the scene,
And each kind heart, unclouded and serene,
Adores that Being, from whose bounties flow,
All that can cheer and bless this world below.
To thee, dear Maid! the Bard will wide unfold
Truth's stainless page, and cast in Fancy's mould
Rich, chastened sense, imagination strong,
Pervade each line, and clothe the moral song.
The pathway drear of Vice he bids thee shun;
The meed of Virtue shows, when Life's gay sun
Is set in gloomy night, and all aghast
The erring Spirits mourn, too late, the past.
Or, as he lists, the streams, the woods, the waste—
All Nature's charms pourtrays with classic taste:
Whether in Winter's fleecy robe they shine,
Or boast the thousand hues of Spring's decline,
When genial Summer decks the earth with flowers,
And breathes her balmy sweets from woodbine bowers,
A boundless theme, worthy alone the lyre,
That bade the Seasons bloom with true poetic fire.
Breathes there the Man, whose rude and callous mind,
Ne'er felt the joys and sorrows of his kind;
Whose eyes with kindred moisture ne'er overflow
At sight of human bliss — of human woe;
If such there be, let COWPER'S heaving muse
In other's bosoms pour celestial dews.
No sweets to him the feeling Bard conveys,
Self his whole thoughts, and selfish all his ways.
Not such thy soul, my MARY! doomed to feel,
Too oft, the anguish which thou can'st not heal:
Still thou may'st shed the blest, the pitying balm
Of consolation; and bestow the calm
Of mild Religion to the grief-worn breast,
That longs, yet fears, to meet eternal rest.
Such be thy care; — then prize the Poet's strain:
So shalt thou find, when life begins to wane,
Those grateful pleasures, that sublime repose,
Which those alone enjoy who feel for other's woes.
London, August 1st, 1810.