ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
A Gentleman of Canada, "Elegy on the Death of Dr. Goldsmith" New York Magazine and Literary Repository NS 1 (October 1796) 551-52..
1759: William Shenstone
1766: Rev. Joseph Warton
1768: Frances Burney
1768: William Kenrick
1770: Corbyn Morris
1770 ca.: D. G.
1770: W. Willis
1773: T. S.
1773: Richard Fenton
1773: S. J.
1773: A. B.
1773: P. H. M. D.
1773: Rev. Percival Stockdale
1773: B. G.
1774: Horace Walpole
1774: William Woty
1774: John Tait
1774: Samuel Jackson Pratt
1774: Miss L.
1774: Richard Cumberland
1774: David Garrick
1775: Robert Hill
1775: W. P.
1776 ca.: Joshua Reynolds
1778: M. Macgreggor, Esq.
1780: Thomas Davies
1787: A Clergyman of Ireland
1788: James Beattie
1790: Robert Burns
1791: James Boswell
1795: Dr. Robert Anderson
1796: A Gentleman of Canada
1800: Thomas Dermody
1805: Charles Brockden Brown
1806: Dr. John Aikin
1807: Robert Southey
1807: Sir Samuel Egerton Brydges
1809: Dr. Nathan Drake
1811: Richard Cumberland
1812: William Henry Ireland
1813: Rev. William Cameron
1818: Rev. Francis Hodgson
1820: Lord Byron
1820: Rev. John Graham
1821: Thomas Stott
1822: William Cook
1822: Tobias Oldschool
1824: William Hazlitt
1824: Bryan Waller Procter
1825 ca.: Joseph Cradock
1826: Richard Ryan
1827: William Goodhugh
1829: Anna Brownell Jameson
1830 ca.: William Roscoe
1830: Rev. George Barrell Cheever
1831: John Wilson Croker
1832: John Taylor Esq.
1850: Leigh Hunt
1880: Edward Dowden
1882: Epes Sargent
A Gentleman of Canada:
1796: Oliver Goldsmith
'Twas at the solemn silent hour of night,
A gloomy taper shed ambiguous light;
And where the hollow winds yon aspins wave,
The Muse, disorder'd, sought her Poet's grave;
While her unequal footsteps beat the ground,
The dreary church-yard echoed all around:
There, o'er her GOLDSMITH'S honour'd tomb reclin'd,
Her plaints bespoke the anguish of her mind;
Her gentle bosom heav'd with piteous sighs,
And gushing tears bedim'd her sparkling eyes:
While, at the mourner's side, untun'd, unstrung,
The once resounding lyre neglected hung.
And art thou gone, my darling son! she cried:
Ah! sure with thee thy mother's spirit died;
In thee the dearest of her votaries fell—
—Farewell, my GOLDSMITH! Oh my child, farewell!
No more shall I thy gentle soul inspire;
Alas! no longer shalt thou tune thy lyre:
No more thy song its sweetness shall impart,
In artless numbers, to the feeling heart:
Thy verse harmonious now no longer flows,
No more shalt thou describe thy AUBURN'S woes.
Who now can paint them? who, alas! can tell
How they've increas'd since AUBURN'S poet fell?
Yet shall thy works, immortal as thy name,
Through distant ages spread thy well-earn'd fame;
Bid sacred Sympathy its aid impart,
To raise thy altar in each gen'rous heart,
Which, like thy own, with manly feelings fraught,
A sad Remembrance prompts the busy thought,
Thy virtues and thy woes shall still revere,
And o'er thy frailties drop Oblivion's tear:
To expatiate those, through all thy chequer'd life,
(Where Fortune wag'd with thee a cruel strife)
Thy bounteous heart in generous pity rose,
To soothe the sorrows even of thy foes.
Peace to thy gentle shade, where'er it flies,
To mix with angels in its native skies!
There all its failings, all its faults forgiven,
Life ever blest within its native heaven!