ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Rev. Thomas Warton
Oxfordian, "To Mr. Warton, on his New Year's Ode" New Lady's Magazine 2 (February 1787) 99-100.
Rev. Thomas Warton:
1746: Rev. Joseph Warton
1750: J. S., Wadham College
1754: Samuel Johnson
1754: Rev. Joseph Warton
1754: Rev. Joseph Spence
1757: Robert Bedingfield
1759: James Harris
1759: John Campbell
1760: Edward Cooper
1760: Bonnell Thornton
1761: Bp. Robert Lowth
1761: William Shenstone
1761: Rev. Joseph Warton
1762: Horace Walpole
1762: William Warburton
1770: Thomas Gray
1770: Rev. Richard Farmer
1770: Rev. James Granger
1774: Elizabeth Carter
1776: Rev. Edmund Cartwright
1777: Samuel Johnson
1777: Rev. William Mason
1778: John Bampfylde
1779: Rev. Richard Polwhele
1782: Rev. William Mason
1783: A. B.
1783: George Steevens
1785: The Cottage Mouse
1785: Anna Seward
1786: George Colman
1786: William Mavor
1786: John Wolcot
1786: Rev. Bryan Waller
1786: R. S.
1787: J. R.
1788: Edward Pye-Waters
1789: William Hayley
1790: A. B. G
1790: John Wolcot
1790: Emanuel Empty
1790: Joseph Ritson
1790: Rev. J. G.
1790: John Bannister
1790: John Wolcot
1790 ca.: A Friend
1795: Dr. Robert Anderson
1796: I. H.
1799: Henry Kirke White
1800: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1800: Thomas James Mathias
1804: Joseph Dennie
1805: Sir Walter Scott
1806: G. W. C.
1807: Robert Southey
1807: Sir Samuel Egerton Brydges
1809: Dr. Nathan Drake
1818: William Hazlitt
1822: Robert Southey
1824: Bryan Waller Procter
1825: A Constant Reader
1830: Rev. George Barrell Cheever
1834: John Wilson
1836: Hartley Coleridge
1842: C. H. Timperley
1850: Leigh Hunt
1854: Leigh Hunt
1880: Thomas Humphry Ward
1882: Epes Sargent
1787: Rev. Thomas Warton
Immortal bard! whose lofty strain
So sweetly charms the regal ear,
And, soft'ning winter's fierce domain,
Triumphant hails the new-born year;
Accept the grateful tribute due
To worth, to genius, and to you.
For, like the Grecian bards of yore
You to sublimest heights aspire,
And with th' immortal Pindar soar,
And strike with equal force the lyre;
While, rapt with the inspiring glow,
Like his own verse your numbers flow.
Thus skill'd, you raise the grateful theme,
And harmonize each jarring soul,
While swiftly down time's rapid stream
You sing the seasons as they roll;
And in th' exalted, tuneful lay,
Each sweet, poetic charm display.
The scepter'd king, and subject swain,
Alike your verse resistless charms;
While fast dissolves the icy chain
Of winter, whom your song disarms—
Your song which, as you sweetly sing,
Wakes nature, and revives the spring.
For lo! from winter's tyrant force
Your fav'rite Isis, haply freed,
Again renews her wonted course,
And winds through many a fertile mead;
And, swelling with dissolving snows,
Like your own verse majestic flows.
See! rising from her dormant state,
Nature assumes her wonted pow'rs,
And, partial to the hind's retreat,
Spreads round his cot her choicest flow'rs;
The primrose pale, the vi'let blue,
Again unfold to his rapt view.
Hark! how from yon romantic hill,
With a meand'ring rapid flow,
The gushing, mancipated rill,
Runs bubbling to the vales below;
And there it's latent, pebbled maze,
With many a murmur loud betrays.
But oh! what sweeter sounds assail
The high rapt shepherd's rustic ear,
While Sylvia o'er her milky pail
Does with an equal transport hear
The woodlark, that relenting skies
To charm with the sweet skylark vies.
But cease, fond muse, nor more pourtray
The dawnings of reviving spring;
Nor, thus unskill'd, in vain essay
Her vernal beauties here to sing:
For themes like these alone belong
To thee, great master of the song!
To thee, sweet bard! by heav'n assign'd
"To sing the seasons as they roll,"
While ev'ry British ear inclin'd,
Lists to the strain that fires the soul—
The strain which, as it warbling flows,
Lulls the sad heart to soft repose.
For oh! so great's the magic sway
Of verse, when all the nine inspire—
When Warton tunes his votive lay,
And grateful strikes th' accordant lyre,
That wond'ring mortals flock around,
Transported with the heav'nly sound.
Thus here, great bard! while you rehearse
Or nature's charms, or George's praise,
Immortal fame shall crown thy verse,
And deck thee with the sweetest bays;
And round your head shall grateful twine
The trophies of the song divine.