Richard Jago, the poet, lived in Harbury from 1746 to 1754.
"Jago's best-known poem, The Blackbirds, was first printed in Hawkesworths Adventurer (No. 37, March 13, 1753), and was generally attributed to Gilbert West, but Jago published it in his own name, with other poems, in Robert Dodsley's Collection of Poems (vol. iv., 1755). In 1767 appeared a topographical poem, Edge Hill, or the Rural Prospect delineated and moralized; two separate sermons were published in 1755; and in 1768 Labor and Genius, a Fable. Shortly before his death Jago revised his poems, and they were published in 1784 by his friend, John Scott Hylton, as Poems Moral and Descriptive."
Chapter on Jago, with Harbury details, in The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper. Read it in the original here: http://books.google.com/books?id=sOIUAA ... #PPA281,M1
Transcribed here: http://184.108.40.206/spenser/Biography ... ioid=36562
"In 1744, he married Dorothea Susanna Fancourt, a daughter of the Rev. Mr. Fancourt, of Kilmcote in Leicestershire.
For several years after his marriage, he resided at Harbury; to which living he was instituted in 1746. At a small distance lay Chesterton, given him about the same time by Lord Willoughby de Broke; the two together amounting to about Â£100 a year.
Before his removal from Harbury, he had the misfortune to lose his amiable companion, who died in 1751, leaving him a numerous family of small children, and from such a loss the most inconsolable widower.
In 1754, Lord Clare, afterwards Earl Nugent, who had a great regard for him, by his interest with Dr. Madox, Bishop of Worcester, procured him the Vicarage of Snitterfield, where he had formerly been curate, worth about Â£140 a year; whither he removed, and where he resided the remainder of his life."
Another biography: http://books.google.com/books?id=idUYAA ... 5-PA419,M1
And another: http://books.google.com/books?id=w54DAA ... y&as_brr=1
And here is one of his poems: http://www.bartleby.com/101/452.html
Richard Jago. 1715–1781
WITH leaden foot Time creeps along
While Delia is away:
With her, nor plaintive was the song,
Nor tedious was the day.
Ah, envious Pow'r! reverse my doom; 5
Now double thy career,
Strain ev'ry nerve, stretch ev'ry plume,
And rest them when she 's here!
More are here: http://www3.shropshire-cc.gov.uk/extrac ... a.htm#avon
From Edge-Hill, Book I
Hail, beauteous Avon, hail! on whose fair banks
The smiling daisies, and their sister tribes,
Violets, and cuckoo-buds, and lady-smocks,
A brighter dye disclose, and proudly tell,
That Shakspeare, as he stray'd these meads along,
Their simple charms admir'd, and in his verse
Preserv'd, in never-fading bloom to live.
And thou, whose birth these walls unrival'd boast,
That mock' st the rules of the proud Stagyrite,
And learning's tedious toil hail, mighty bard!
Thou great magician, hail! Thy piercing thought
Unaided saw each movement of the mind,
As skilful artists view the small machine,
The secret springs and nice dependencies,
And to thy mimic scenes, by fancy wrought
To such a wondrous shape, th'impassion'd breast
In floods of grief or peals of laughter bow d,
Obedient to the wonder-working strain,
Like the tun'd string responsive to the touch,
Or to the wizard s charm, the passive storm
Humour and wit, the tragic pomp, or phrase
Familiar, flow'd spontaneous from thy tongue,
As flowers from Nature s lap. Thy potent spells
From their bright seats aerial sprites detain'd,
Or from their unseen haunts, and slumbering shades,
Awak'd the fairy tribes, with jocund step
The circled green and leafy hail to tread
While, from his dripping caves, old Avon sent
His willing Naiads to their harmless rout.
Critical appraisal of Edge Hill: http://www.bartleby.com/220/0513.html