ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Anonymous, "An Ode for the Birth-Day of James Thomson, Author of The Seasons" The Polyanthos [Boston] S3 4 (April 1814) 51-53.
1726 ca.: Aaron Hill
1727: David Mallet
1729: Edward Young
1729: Richard Savage
1729: Joseph Mitchell
1733: Richard Savage
1734: Rev. James De La Cour
1736: Gibert West
1736: Rev. Moses Browne
1736: Alexander Bayne
1746: William Shenstone
1746: Alexander Carlyle
1748: George Lyttelton
1748: Robert Shiels
1748 ca.: Anonymous
1748 ca.: William Shenstone
1748: Rev. James De La Cour
1749: William Collins
1750: George Lyttelton
1750 ca.: Rev. William Thompson
1751: Moses Mendez
1758: G. G.
1763: Rev. William Thompson
1770: J. S.
1770: W. B.
1773: Rev. William Hayward Roberts
1776: Samuel Johnson
1778: James Beattie
1782: J. Gest of Modbury
1788: Thomas Trotter
1790 ca.: Edmond Malone
1790: Helen Maria Williams
1791: Robert Burns
1791: Mr. William Taylor
1791: Thomas Park
1792: John Corry
1795: Dr. Robert Anderson
1796: Charles Graham
1797: Thomas Park
1798: Alexander Campbell
1800: Mr. Woods
1802: W. G.
1803: Thomas Clio Rickman
1805: Walter Savage Landor
1806: Dr. John Aikin
1807: Robert Southey
1807: Rev. Percival Stockdale
1813: Rev. William Cameron
1814: Leigh Hunt
1814: Thomas Barnes
1814: George Noble
1815: William Wordsworth
1816: George Scott
1818: Rev. Francis Hodgson
1818: A. C. L.
1818: Robert Carruthers
1822: Joseph Robertson
1824: William Hazlitt
1824: Bryan Waller Procter
1825 ca.: Henry Mackenzie
1825: Allan Cunningham
1825: Bryan Waller Procter
1826: Richard Ryan
1829: William Wordsworth
1829: Anna Brownell Jameson
1830: Rev. George Barrell Cheever
1831: John Wilson
1832: John Taylor Esq.
1835 ca.: Charles Crocker
1836: Rev. Thomas Frognall Dibdin
1836: L. L.
1842: Robert Story
1880: George Saintsbury
1882: Epes Sargent
1894: William Minto
[At Ednam in the west of Scotland, on the 22d of September, the birth day of the celebrated author of "the Seasons" is kept with all the reverence due to the name of a poet universally admired, and all the enthusiasm of affection for his memory, as a native of that part of the country. The bust of the bard is crowned with laurel, the nymphs and swains foot it on the green to the sound of the tabor, and the day closes with jollity and song. The following Ode was lately written and sung on one of these occasions.]
All hail, thou bright, propitious day;
Long shalt thou be to Britain dear;
And may thy dawning orient ray
With lustre crown the circling year.
Awake, sweet Morn, and plume thy wing,
With splendour smile o'er freedom's land,
And thou, Apollo, give to sing,
Thy son's sweet natal morn at hand.
And O! clear, consecrated scene,
Still to his memory sacred be;
Rob'd rich in gay perennial green,
May future ages Ednam see.
On thee may Spring her verdure shed,
Fair as the landscape which he drew,
And Summer all the beauties spread
His Heav'n-taught Muse hath sung so true.
In Autumn may thy fertile vales
Be crown'd with sheaves, rich as his song,
And may each son of thy soft dales
Be as their poet's Winter strong.
Hither let every Scotian bard
Come, and a grateful tribute pay;
And, as a mark of true regard,
Their bays before his altar lay.
And thou, O B —, whose magic pen
A flowery balland did prepare,
Come, honour'd bard, to grace the train,
And all its kind effusions share.
O bring with thee thy Doric reed,
And from it pour a plaintive lay,
Let thy sweet Muse tell vale and mead
That Scotia loves her Thomson's clay.
And you, ye modest virgins fair,
With glowing breast this scene attend,
To crown his name a wreath prepare,
For he was yours and virtue's friend.
He well could warn your sliding hearts,
To guard against the infectious wound,
Which adulation smooth imparts,
When Ev'ning draws her curtain round.
And when on Ednam's verdant top
In modest beauty you appear,
With conscious hearts blush not to drop
For his sweet shade a tender tear.
For tho' in Richmond's hallow'd fane
In peaceful urn his ashes sleep,
Long, long shall every Scotian swain
His name in dear remembrance keep.
And oft as Time returns the day,
The day his birth hath sacred made,
Ednam shall wake the fervid lay,
To sooth her native poet's shade.
Fair flowing Tweed, with limpid stream.
O bear its echo o'er the vale,
Bland zephyrs catch the tender theme,
And breathe it soft each balmy gale.
While Seasons roll their annual round,
While freedom flames beneath the sky,
Some generous breast shall still be found,
For him to heave a heart-felt sigh.
Dear shade, farewell! — forgive the Muse
Does thus thy loss with grief deplore,
Her scanty wreath do not refuse,
Wet with a tear — she has no more !