ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Neophytus, "On Political Pursuits, to W. Cowper, Esq." Literary Magazine and British Review 10 (April 1793) 236.
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
1793: William Cowper
Whilst others rush with frantic zeal
Across the fervid morn of life,
May I remote from tumult steal,
Where envy cannot gender strife.
Whilst others vaunt the public good,
And hoist ambition's swelling sail;
And boast amid the foaming flood,
A calm that cannot long prevail;
Might I, sweet soother of the mind,
With thee, obscure from glory, dwell;
And turn thy page — thy spirit find,
And feel a Cowper in my cell.
From thee distill celestial balm,
And feel the oil of comfort flow;
With thee enjoy a constant calm,
A calm a courtier cannot know.
Yes, friendly monitor of truth,
Congenial Cowper, let me scan thy page,
And learn, amid the misty morn of youth,
A lesson from enlighten'd age.
With thee partake the tranquil scene,
Where no dark Discord wings her way,
Or jarring tongue — or heart of spleen,
Disturbs the evening of the day.
With thee enjoy harmonious close
Of daily labour — 'mid the smile
Of kindred souls — where friendship glows,
And bids fell politics recoil.
Ye demons to domestic peace,
Begone, nor taint my purer cell;
Where ev'ry dark dispute shall cease,
And universal concord dwell.
Can Cowper suit the ruffled breast,
Or can his peaceful note be heard,
Where ev'ry social sound's supprest,
And harsh contentious jar perferr'd?
Ah, no! where passion darts her blaze,
Athwart the lustre of thy line;
She scares the eye, that else would gaze,
And fears the heart no longer thine.
Then let me quit the wrathful scene,
And seek thy friendly, soothing aid;
And live in lowly lot, serene,
Beneath the olive's peaceful shade.
There hearken to a still small voice,
That whispers wisdom from above;
That bids the humble heart rejoice,
And breathes humility and love.
How little think the giddy croud,
Who view with microscopic eye
The specious splendour of the proud,
And vent in vain the anxious sigh.
How little do they think the cot,
Or those who in a cottage live,
Have joys the wealthiest king has not,
And peace a palace cannot give.