ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
John Blair Linn, "Lines written in a blank Leaf of Paradise Lost" 1795 ca.; Literary Magazine and American Register [Philadelphia] 3 (February 1805) 134.
1674: Andrew Marvell
1674 ca.: Thomas Ellwood
1688: John Dryden
1690: Thomas D'Urfey
1693: Rev. Samuel Wesley
1694: Joseph Addison
1694: Matthew Prior
1699: Samuel Say
1700: Henry Hall
1700: Samuel Cobb
1701: Matthew Prior
1708: Rev. Thomas Yalden
1709: Rev. Isaac Watts
1712: Rev. Thomas Newcomb
1712: Bezaleel Morrice
1713: Rev. Henry Felton
1714: John Hughes
1717: Bp. Francis Atterbury
1720 ca.: Ambrose Philips
1721: Judith Cowper Madan
1725 ca.: Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
1728: James Ralph
1730: Aaron Hill
1731: Isaac Thompson
1736: G. W.
1737: Alexander Pope
1740: William Shenstone
1745: Rev. Sneyd Davies
1746: William Collins
1747: William Collins
1748: T. F.
1749: F. W.
1750 ca.: William Oldys
1752: S. S. S.
1755: Robert Lloyd
1756: Rev. Joseph Warton
1756: J. H.
1758: G. G.
1759: M. M.
1762: William Whitehead
1766: Rev. Richard Graves
1766: Robert Andrews of Bridgenorth
1770 ca.: Sir William Jones
1773: Rev. William Hayward Roberts
1773: Hester Mulso Chapone
1774: W. H.
1776: James Beattie
1777: N. N. D.
1782: William Hayley
1785: John Pinkerton
1785: A Lady
1790: Helen Maria Williams
1792: John Bennet
1793: William Cowper
1793: J. Laws
1795 ca.: John Blair Linn
1798: A. M.
1799: William Seward
1799: William Roscoe
1800: Thomas Green
1802: William Wordsworth
1803: George Dyer
1806: Dr. John Aikin
1807: Rev. Percival Stockdale
1807: Rev. Percival Stockdale
1808: Sir Samuel Egerton Brydges
1810: R. Rylance
1810: Rev. S. B
1810: James Jennings
1812: William Henry Ireland
1813: Rev. William Cameron
1815: Robert Southey
1817: Richard Hatt
1819: Lord Byron
1819: Thomas Mulock
1819: Thomas Campbell
1822: W. W.
1824: William Hazlitt
1824: Rev. Thomas Frognall Dibdin
1824: John Abraham Heraud
1824: Bryan Waller Procter
1825: Thomas Babington Macaulay
1825: Bryan Waller Procter
1826: James Gates Percival
1827: F. S. E.
1828: Dr. David Macbeth Moir
1830: Rev. George Barrell Cheever
1830: George Wallingford Clarke
1830: John Abraham Heraud
1830 ca.: Rev. John Mitford
1830: Jeremiah Holmes Wiffen
1833: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1842: C. H. Timperley
1843: John Holland
1863: George Daniel
1880: Mark Pattison
1882: Epes Sargent
1899: Henry A. Beers
John Blair Linn:
1795: Thomas Chatterton
1795 ca.: John Milton
Thou first of bards, whom God did not inspire,
Oh let me listen to thine awful lyre!
Thy heavenly song might win an angel's ear,
And draw for fallen man a seraph's tear.
Here in thy pages let me trace and find
The soarings of a spirit unconfin'd;
Here let me trace that bold eventful plan,
That justifies the ways of God to man.
Though plung'd thy vision in the depths of night,
On wing thy spirit sought the realms of light;
For from this little earth it urg'd its way,
And bask'd and wanton'd in the flood of day.
Up to the courts where sits our God and King,
O let me follow thy ascending wing:
There let me hear that uncreated voice,
At which worlds tremble, and the saints rejoice;
Which spake, and slumbering nature took its form;
Which rolls the thunder, and drives on the storm;
Which form'd from sluggish earth the human frame,
And breath'd within a pure etherial flame.
Hark! what a sound breaks from the depths below!
What yells of fury, and what shrieks of woe!
Hurl'd from the skies, lo! Satan and his train
Toss'd on the billows of unceasing pain;
There see him rally his terrific bands,
Who bade defiance to a God in arms;
And, by the glimmerings of infernal light,
Wing his huge way amid the deeps of night.
Oh bear me from these shades of black despair,
And let me follow through the fields of air;
Let me roll onward in thy flying car,
Or, with an angel, on a shooting star,
Let me alight on new-born earth, and rove
With vagrant feet o'er valley, stream, and grove.
Great God! what wonders meet my searching eyes!
Worlds circling worlds, on systems systems rise!
A burning orb darts his propitious ray,
And all the darkness kindles into day.
And when he quenches in the wave his light,
The pale moon wanders through the hosts of night;
She calls the stars to light their silver beam,
And with her visit mountain, vale, and stream.