ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Anna Brownell Jameson
Mrs. Cornwell Baron Wilson
, "Impromptu: written after reading The Loves of the Poets" La Belle Assemblee S3 10 (December 1829) 269-70.
Anna Brownell Jameson:
1826: Washington Allston
1829: John Wilson
1829: Mrs. Cornwell Baron Wilson
1844: R. H. Horne
1855: Sarah Josepha Hale
1871: S. C. Hall
1872: James T. Fields
1878: Alfred Webb
Mrs. Cornwell Baron Wilson:
1824: Henry Kirke White
1829: Anna Brownell Jameson
1839: Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Lady! I feel that praise so poor as mine
Can add no lustre to thy well-earn'd fame;
Yet fain would I one wreath of song entwine,
And "garland with sweet verse" thy gentle name!
To whom both bard and minstrel's lay is dear,
Whose graceful hands have rais'd a trophy o'er their bier.
I trace thy glowing page! the gentle theme,
Rehears'd by thee, becomes most eloquent!
It lives before me, like a beauteous dream
To which thy pen a magic spell hath lent!
A graceful shadow of departed years,
Blent with the rainbow's hues, thy charmed page appears.
Well hast thou gather'd in that classic page
Each gem that time had scatter'd; and hast bound,
In one bright wreath, the bard of ev'ry age,
Whoever, with the poet's bays were crown'd!
And from oblivion's wave hast snatch'd away
Full many a "child of song," fast sinking to decay!
Worthy thyself to be a "poet's love,"
And realize on earth his heaven-lit dream,
Oh! gentle lady! thou thyself dost prove
A living subject for poetic theme!
A vision air, to wake the minstrel's song,
Since unto thee must all that poets prize belong.
Wit, sense, and elegance! and feeling deep,
A heart by sentiment and taste refin'd,
Within whose gentle casket, safe may sleep
Love's very self; but chasten'd and confin'd!
Ere yet one soil of earth hath touch'd his wing,
Such love as Klopstock felt, and did not blush to sing!
But ah! some hand less feeble far than mine
Should weave for THEE the poet's wreath of praise!
Where sleep our modern bards, that none entwine,
To crown thy brows, the myrtle and the bays?
I blush to think a WOMAN'S hand must bring
Unto a sister's shrine this simple offering!
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