ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
T. J. [
Thomas Chalkley James
?], "On Reading the Odes of Collins" Columbian Magazine [Philadelphia] 1 (October 1786) 92.
1746: Thomas Gray
1746: Rev. Joseph Warton
1754: Samuel Johnson
1764: Rev. John Langhorne
1768: G. B.
1770: James Beattie
1779: Rev. Vicesimus Knox
1781: William Preston
1782: John Scott of Amwell
1782: Rev. William Bagshaw Stevens
1784: William Cowper
1785: Sir Samuel Egerton Brydges
1785 ca.: Susanna Blamire
1786: Dr. Thomas Chalkley James
1792: Thomas Dermody
1793: Thomas Clio Rickman
1794: Robert Alves
1794: Thomas Clubbs
1795: William Hayley
1795: William Seward
1795: Dr. Robert Anderson
1796 ca.: William Hayley
1796: C. D.
1797: Thomas Enort Smith
1798: Dr. Nathan Drake
1798: Edward Gardner
1800: Dr. Nathan Drake
1801: Leigh Hunt
1805: Rev. Henry Boyd
1805: Sir Samuel Egerton Brydges
1806: Dr. John Aikin
1807: Robert Southey
1808: Anne Grant
1810 ca.: Thomas Park
1810: Rev. Elijah Waring
1810: William Hersee
1813: Sir Walter Scott
1813: Jeremiah Holmes Wiffen
1815: Lord Byron
1815: William Wordsworth
1816: E. Walgrave
1818: William Hazlitt
1821: R. T.
1822: Chandos Leigh
1823: Leigh Hunt
1823: Rev. Charles Burton
1824: William Hazlitt
1825 ca.: Henry Mackenzie
1825: Thomas Stott
1826: Richard Ryan
1828: Rev. Edward Smedley
1829: William Wordsworth
1829: Anna Brownell Jameson
1830: Charles Crocker
1830: Rev. George Barrell Cheever
1830: Robert Aris Willmott
1833: James Montgomery
1835: Robert Southey
1880: Algernon Charles Swinburne
1882: Epes Sargent
Dr. Thomas Chalkley James:
1786: William Collins
Hail, bard sublime!
Foremost unrivall'd in the roll of time:
Descend, and o'er thy warm admirer's head,
One kindred ray of thy bright genius shed.
Ah me! how vain the bold presumptuous thought!
Can common fingers sweep the heav'nly lyre?
Will vulgar hands aspire,
To weave the magic web which Fancy only taught
Her darling son to frame, and wonder'd as he wrought.
Oft has my raptur'd bosom beat,
With energetic glowing heat,
As Collins struck the trembling chord,
And wayward passions own'd their lord.
When Pity breathes her tender lay,
The soul of softness feels her sway;
Enamour'd of the name I grow,
And lose myself in fancied woe.
But, hark! what sounds around me roll,
And harrow up the frighted soul?
Sounds that would chill a saint to hear;
"I see — I see — 'tis frantic Fear:"
Danger attends the hideous spright,
In guise — the hardiest soul to fright,
Drest in his most tremendous form,
And riding on the roaring storm:
Ah! fiend avaunt, and leave the cell,
Where sweet Simplicity shall dwell,
With Mercy, mild, celestial maid;
And Liberty in smiles array'd:
And more — to charm th' enraptur'd swain,
See Peace compleats the lovely train.
But now the notes sublimely rise,
And float along th' etherial skies,
With bolder aim: — The muses spring
To hear the mighty master sing;
The strains with glorious ardor swell,
The Passions tune the choral shell;
No rival here the bard will own,
See nervous Pindar quits his throne,
E'en Dryden's self is forc'd to yield,
And share the vast unbounded field.
While sympathy can e'er impart
One soft sensation to the heart—
While love or friendship claim the pow'r
To soothe the tender varied hour,
So long shall Eve's extatic charms,
Court the sad lover to her arms:
Nor shall the Druid's wood-notes fear
To call the pearly stealing tear.
But stop thy hand — thy praises hold—
Nor try to gild refined gold.