ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Anonymous, "An Elegy on the Death of Wm. Cowper" Evening Fire-Side [Philadelphia] 1 (21 December 1805) 402-03.
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
And is the spirit of the Poet fled?
Yes — from its earthly tenement 'tis flown;
And Death at length has added to the dead,
The sweetest minstrel that the world has known.
Untainted with the blandishments of vice,
Which mark the manners of the present age,
He sought and found the pearl of precious price,
Which stands recorded in the sacred page.
Yet, spite of all that wisdom could impart,
And all the fervour of religious flame;
Grief pour'd a tide of anguish through his heart,
And shook the fabric of the mental frame.
Too nice, too great, his sympathy of soul,
For oh! his feelings were so well refin'd,
That sense became impatient of controul,
And madness seiz'd the empire of his mind.
But when reflection threw her eagle eye
Athwart the gloom of unpropitious fate;
Faith op'd a splendid vista to the sky,
And gave an earnest of a happier state.
To see, while sceptics to the effects of chance,
Ascribe creation's ever varying form;
To see, distinctly at the first slite glance,
Who wings the lightning, and who drives the storm.
To brush the cobweb follies from the great,
Which art with all his sophistry has spread;
Uphold the honours of a sinking state,
And bid religion raise her drooping head;
Such were the duties of th' enraptur'd bard,
In such, his lucid intervals he pass'd;
And finding virtue was her own reward,
Woo'd and rever'd the vestal to the last.
Know then, tho' death has added to his list,
As sweet a bard as ever swept the lyre;
In death's despite his memory shall exist,
In numbers pregnant with celestial fire.
Yes — Cowper! with thy own expressive lays,
Lays which have haply many a mind illum'd,
Thy name shall triumph o'er the lapse of days,
And only perish when the world's consum'd.