ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Rev. Jonathan Swift
Anonymous, "Lines on seeing Swift's Head over one of the Doors of the Castle Chapel, Dublin" Morning Chronicle (23 August 1813).
Rev. Jonathan Swift:
1690: Sir William Temple
1704: William King
1713: Bp. Francis Atterbury
1713: Matthew Prior
1713: Alexander Pope
1716: Sir Richard Blackmore
1722: Matthew Concanen
1726: John Gay
1729: Thomas Cooke
1732: Rev. Jonathan Swift
1733: Patrick Delany
1733: P. B.
1734: A. V-gh-n
1734: John Sican
1737: Alexander Pope
1739: Edward Lonergan
1742: John Winstanley
1745 ca.: Anonymous
1745: C. B-r
1746: Henry Jones
1750: William Shenstone
1752: Nathaniel Weekes
1755: Robert Lloyd
1758: G. G.
1766: John Cunningham
1772: Rev. John Ball
1773: Samuel Johnson
1776: James Beattie
1782: Rev. Joseph Warton
1782: Rev. Joseph Warton
1783: Rev. Hugh Blair
1784: Thomas Sheridan
1788: A Young Author in Dublin
1796: Thomas Green
1797: William Godwin
1799: Lady Catherine Rebecca Manners
1802: Thomas Dermody
1806: Dr. John Aikin
1807: Robert Southey
1808: Thomas Clio Rickman
1814: Isaac D'Israeli
1814: Sir Walter Scott
1816: Leigh Hunt
1818: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1818: William Hazlitt
1822: Tobias Oldschool
1824: Bryan Waller Procter
1826: Richard Ryan
1829: Anna Brownell Jameson
1846: Denis Florence M'Carthy
1858: Walter Savage Landor
1860: George Gilfillan
1880: Edmund Gosse
1882: Epes Sargent
Can it be true — is this the head
Of Peculation's foe and dread?
WOOD'S bane! the wise, th' intrepid DRAPIER,
Who, had he seen this age of paper,
Would, with his keen sarcastic pen,
Have melted it to rags again!—
Dear SWIFT, I deem it somewhat hard,
Thy head should deck the castle yard!
Not many years ago its hounds,
Fleshed with three hundred British pounds,*
Ran in full cry to trace thee out,
With eager and informing snout.
Why dost thou grace the chapel wall,
Like chapel longing in his stall,
For the next Bishopric to fall?
Or friend to Irishmen, before 'em,
Art thou inserted in terrorem,
To put them into serious frights,
And warn them to renounce their rights,
Unless they wish to have their nobs
Made key-stones for the Castle jobs?
Perhaps the Duke is not aware
Of this most incorrect affair;
And should it haply please his Grace
To put another in thy place,
I think I could direct his choice,
And, sanctioned by the public voice,
Humbly and strongly recommend
The noddle of "a recent friend,"
That cold stalactete, C—R—GH,
Or N—Y or Justice *****;
Or if not better can be met,
A spick and span new Baronet.
Hard are their sconces in reality,
Or they had never dreamed of quality;
Nor let the Union brand appear,
Nor idly braved the public sneer.
But, if thou'rt destined to remain,
Breathe, tho' in stone, the patriot strain;
Revive the weak, inspire the brave,
Redress the wrong'd, detect the knave;
Still as they pass, transfix the vile
With Irony's Medusan smile,
And guard thy Ireland, to the close,
From foreign and domestic foes.
* A Reward of three hundred pounds was offered by the Privy Council for the apprehension of the Author of the DRAPIER'S Letters.