ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
William Hersee, "Ode written by Moonlight, in the City of Chichester" Poems Rural and Domestic (1810) 151-52.
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
1810: William Collins
1826: John Nichols
Hail thou fair orb! bright lamp of silent night!
Empress supreme of midnight's shining train!
In silver rays of mildly-beaming light
How welcome thou upon the tractless plain!
But not less welcome to my pensive mind
While on this city's walls I sit reclin'd.
Yon' ancient dome and high cathedral tow'r
Look solemn rising to my lonely view;
The heavy bell tolls out the night's latest hour,
And slowly on the tombs descends the dew;
Here let me pause, and gaze upon the scene;
A moral lesson awfully serene!
Upon this very spot, where now I stand,
With eyes uplifted to yon' spangled arch,
How oft, perhaps, has pensive COLLINS plann'd
Some ode sublime! or pac'd in raptur'd march!
And often too upon this sacred ground
The poet mus'd, while wrapt in thought profound!
Within the cloister'd walls, or lofty aisle,
With frenzied look and bosom all on fire,
Perchance he walk'd; or round the soaring pile
Aloud re-echo'd his enchanting lyre!
That heav'nly lyre which now no more will breathe
For oh! its master lies yon turf beneath!
In worldly life the hapless days he knew
Of wayward fortune's hard and fickle pow'r;
Her bright and sunny days to him were few,
And e'er they shone he saw her tempest low'r:
But now he rests; and honouring his name,
Pure Sculpture witnesses the Poet's fame.