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Hugh Downman
Hugh Downman (1740–1809) was an English physician, poet and dramatist, the son of Hugh Downman of Newton House, near Exeter. Educated at Exeter grammar school and Balliol College, Oxford, he was ordained in 1763 but turned to medicine, studying at Edinburgh, where he boarded with the blind poet Thomas Blacklock. He practised in Exeter for most of his life and died at Alphington, near Exeter, in 1809.
His first publication, The Land of the Muses (1768), was a Spenserian poem addressed to Blacklock; his best-known work, the didactic poem Infancy (1774–76), is not included here. This selection draws on his Poems (second edition, Exeter, 1790) — odes, elegies, sonnets and the Death-Song of Ragnar Lodbrach, rendered from the Latin of Olaus Wormius — together with the Poems to Thespia (1781) and the earlier Land of the Muses volume (1768), where these add pieces not in the 1790 book.
Poems (67)
- The Land of the Muses
- Ode: Occasioned by the Coronation, 1761
- Ode to the Lyric Muse
- Ode: Who with ungovern'd tongue will blame
- Ode: How lives the man, whose thoughts obey
- Sonnet I (Written in the Highlands of Scotland, 1767)
- Sonnet II (Written in the Highlands of Scotland, 1767)
- Sonnet III (Written in the Highlands of Scotland, 1767)
- Sonnet IV (Written in the Highlands of Scotland, 1767)
- Sonnet V (Written in the Highlands of Scotland, 1767)
- Sonnet VI (Written in the Highlands of Scotland, 1767)
- Sonnet VII (Written in the Highlands of Scotland, 1767)
- A Picture of Human Life
- Ode: Assume, O Vice, thy proper hue
- The Madness of Aspasia
- Elegy from Spenser
- Inscription for an Arbour
- Inscription on a Tree in the Centre of a Grove
- Ode: Bounteous essence of the vine
- Ode: No; ye beckon me in vain
- On the Dead Sparrow of Lesbia (from Catullus)
- To Sleep
- Elegy: The truest Love is most reserved and shy
- Elegy: In nothing was I learn'd, but only how
- Elegy: Still, blooming Health, thy modest graces shed
- Elegy: Ah! whence, my Thespia, can that anguish flow
- Elegy: What have I done, what crime in me is found
- Amyntas
- The Death-Song of Ragnar Lodbrach
- Ode: Envy
- Ode to Content
- Ode to Vengeance
- Ode: The Death of Harold
- Ode: Ye Hours, on whom the balmy wing
- To Mr. Jackson
- Ode to Mr. Codrington, with the Second Book of Infancy
- Ode, on Reading Mr. Hole's Arthur, or the Northern Enchantment
- Ode: To Lieut. Col. Simcoe
- Ode to Lord Hood, 1783
- Thespia I: How sweet, in Spring, the twilight Dawn
- Thespia VI: Shall the fair Form of smiling Love no more
- Thespia VII: Yes, far my Gentle Maid, from thee
- Thespia VIII: Was it a dignity of shape, an eye
- Thespia IX: I Was not form'd for glory's arduous ways
- Thespia XI: Ah! can they be of gentle Woman born
- Thespia XII: Why was I born in this more polish'd clime
- Thespia XIII: Dear, Anxious Maid! whose apprehensive love
- Thespia XIV: It is not strange, that in my Thespia's eye
- Thespia XV: Hence rash Belief! may thy wild thoughts again
- Thespia XVI: O My soul's only Joy! My promised Wife
- Thespia XVII: Happy the Few, who in retirement find
- Thespia XVIII: Who, elevated by the sacred flame
- Thespia XIX: From the first hour when I beheld the light
- Thespia XX: Let Some heap wealth with never-ceasing pain
- Thespia XXI: Hath the flaming Car of day
- Thespia XXII: I Call no Virgin of the Nine
- Thespia XXIII: There are, who think Mankind are born to rove
- Thespia XXIV: Here mid the giddy and the vain I rove
- Thespia XXV: Ye Nymphs who tend each blooming grove
- Thespia XXVI: Now Issuing from his northern reign
- Thespia XXVII: Say, can the Muse with all her magic power
- Thespia XXVIII: Tho' I have broke by force the dazzling spell
- Thespia XXIX: Ye Nymphs! Who o'er these mystic springs preside
- Thespia XXX: O Thou! who climb'st at morn the mountain high
- Thespia XXXI: At least in plumes unborrow'd, I present
- The Land of the Muses: A Poem in the Manner of Spenser
- A Rant