ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Parnica, "A Poem, inscribed to the Memory of Mr. John Gay" American Apollo [Boston] 1 (1 June 1792) 244.
1714: Rev. Thomas Parnell
1715 ca.: Rev. Thomas Parnell
1715 ca.: Samuel Garth
1716: Rev. Jonathan Swift
1720 ca.: Anonymous
1720: Giles Jacob
1724: James Heywood
1725: Richard Savage
1727: Rev. Samuel Wesley the Younger
1728: Allan Ramsay
1728: William Duncombe
1729: Thomas Cooke
1729: John Arbuthnot
1731: A Young Gentleman of Cambridge
1732: Alexander Pope
1733: Charles Coffey
1733: John Arbuthnot
1734 ca.: Alexander Pope
1736: Alexander Pope
1751 ca.: Moses Mendez
1751: William Warburton
1761: Rev. Myles Cooper
1767: Oliver Goldsmith
1772: Dr. John Aikin
1773: Rev. William Hayward Roberts
1773: Robert Fergusson
1780: W. S.
1782: Rev. Joseph Warton
1783: Joseph Ritson
1795: Dr. Robert Anderson
1796: Rev. Richard Polwhele
1806: Dr. John Aikin
1806: Rev. William Lisle Bowles
1807: Robert Southey
1815: William Wordsworth
1819: Thomas Campbell
1824: William Hazlitt
1824: Bryan Waller Procter
1829: Henry Neele
1833: John Wilson
1871: Whitwell Elwin
1880: Austin Dobson
1882: Epes Sargent
1882: Edmund Gosse
1792: John Gay
Those, who delight to trace the hero's course,
In battle victor, with unequal force;
Or bring the horrors of a bloody fight,
With all its solemn pomp before your sight,
To please mankind, alas! they strive in vain;
What is their pleasure, is another's pain.
All that they gain is just to see and hear
The widow's groan, the tender orphan's tear.
What lays can ever gain the world's applause,
If death and carnage darken every clause!
Mine be the muse, who softer lays can sing;
Such as the beauties of approaching spring;
Or one, who grants a single worthy lay,
To grace the mem'ry of the Poet — GAY.
Gay are thy works, nature has richly giv'n,
To you a bounty, both on earth and heav'n.
Pleas'd when I read, but much more pleas'd to find
Your fancy equal to your turn of mind.
The rural field did not escape your eye,
Nor could the shepherd from your presence fly.
Thy nymph did little think, your prying thought,
Would of her secret actions leave out nought.
Each wanton trick you copy'd, so that art
Was robb'd entirely of its common part.
O, may some muse, as yet to us unborn,
Shine forth resplendent as the sun of morn:
Then shall we find a poet like to GAY;
A genius fertile as the month of May.