ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
W. Fitzthomas, "Lines presented to Anna Seward, upon her saying that she had written her last Verse" Poetical Register and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1804 (1806) 50.
1766: P. Adey
1781: Samuel Johnson of Shrewsbury
1781: William Hayley
1782: Rev. William Bagshaw Stevens
1783: Helen Maria Williams
1783: Mary Scott
1783: G. I. L.
1783: M. O. S.
1784: William Hayley
1785: Thomas Sedgwick Whalley
1785: D. C.
1785: Rev. Robert Greville
1786: William Hayley
1786: S. A.
1786: Rev. William Bagshaw Stevens
1786: M. C. S.
1787: Richard Porson
1787: Francis Noel Clarke Mundy
1788: Joseph Weston
1788: Edward Pye-Waters
1788: Thomas Lister
1788: Rev. Richard Polwhele
1789: William Newton, the Peak Minstrel
1789: John Williams
1790 ca.: George Hardinge
1790: Thomas Trotter
1790: Susanna Pearson
1791: Jane West
1791: J. N.
1792: John Bennet
1793: Rev. George Butt
1796: William Bagshaw Stevens
1796: Robert Farren Cheetham
1796: Rev. Henry Francis Cary
1797: Thomas Park
1797: David Samwell
1798: Edward Gardner
1799: Robert Fellows
1799: Francis Noel Clarke Mundy
1799: W. Woolston
1799: Christopher Smyth
1800 ca.: Dr. Erasmus Darwin
1801: Alexander Thomson
1802: Henry Kirke White
1802: Margaret Holford
1802: Robert Farren Cheetham
1804: W. Fitzthomas
1805: Capel Lofft
1807: John Murray
1808: W. M. T.
1809: H. Burrington
1811: Bp. Thomas Percy
1811: Dr. Robert Anderson
1811: Mary Russell Mitford
1811: Charles Kirkpatrick Sharpe
1811: Walter Savage Landor
1811: Jane West
1811: Rev. Richard Polwhele
1811: Sir Walter Scott
1812: Hannah More
1812 ca.: George Hardinge
1812: Charles Caleb Colton
1814: Melesina Chenevix Trench
1821: Lord Byron
1827: Alexander Dyce
1828: Leigh Hunt
1830: William Wordsworth
1833: Robert Southey
1834: Sir Samuel Egerton Brydges
1851: Dr. David Macbeth Moir
1855: Sarah Josepha Hale
1804: Anna Seward
Not the last verse! till Death in dread repose
Those honied lips, those beaming eyes shall close:
No! let sweet verse his late approach attend,
Cheer his dark brow; and O! his dart suspend.
Nor then the last; for, Seward, from thy tongue
Shall verse resound, in heavenly mansions sung;
Nor Fancy fond, nor this fond Friendship feigns,
That wish thy life immortal as thy strains;
Strains, that from never-dying Genius flow,
And life, whose days no baneful passions know.
For ne'er did Avarice goad that tender breast,
Envy, or conscious Fraud, forbid to rest;
There faithful Love, and Truth, and Mercy live,
Wrongs to redress, and sooth; and wrong'd forgive;
Fair Fame, that bade to fadeless wreaths aspire,
And generous Praise, that fann'd another's fire;
Now sinking Sorrow clasps the treasur'd urn,
With trembling hands, while pitying angels mourn;
And thou, that ever lov'dst thy Maker's praise,
Grateful shalt join to theirs thy hallow'd lays;
Still then, O Anna, charm us with the past!
Still let no strain of thine be deem'd the last!