ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Impar Sibi, Esq., "Carmen Modestum" Morning Chronicle (5 February 1817).
1795: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1796: Anna Seward
1796 ca.: James Jennings
1797: Anna Seward
1798: Thomas James Mathias
1800: Dr. Nathan Drake
1801: Thomas Stott
1801: Alexander Thomson
1802: Francis Jeffrey
1806: Anna Seward
1807: Lady Anne Hamilton
1808: Sir Walter Scott
1808: Bp Richard Mant
1808: Anna Seward
1809: Melesina Chenevix Trench
1809: Lord Byron
1809: Joseph Dennie
1810: Sir Walter Scott
1811: Henry Crabb Robinson
1811: Bp. Reginald Heber
1811: Leigh Hunt
1813: Sir Walter Scott
1813: Lord Byron
1813: Rev. Francis Hodgson
1814: Edward Thurlow
1814: George Daniel
1814: Thomas Barnes
1814: Edward Rushton
1814: J. W.
1814: Francis Jeffrey
1816: John Hamilton Reynolds
1816: Herbert Knowles
1816: Francis Jeffrey
1817: Percy Bysshe Shelley
1817: William Hazlitt
1817: R. F.
1817: Impar Sibi, Esq.
1817: Francis Jeffrey
1818: Rev. Francis Hodgson
1818: William Hazlitt
1818: J. M. C.
1819: Lord Byron
1819: Jeremiah Holmes Wiffen
1819: George Ticknor
1820: Rev. John Keble
1820: Ebenezer Elliott
1820: David Carey
1821: John Abraham Heraud
1821: O. F.
1821: P. P.
1822: James Harley
1822: Rev. Chauncy Hare Townshend
1823: Charles Lamb
1823: Charles Lamb
1823: Frances Wright
1825: William Hazlitt
1825: Thomas Enort Smith
1825: John Taylor Coleridge
1826: Joanna Carey
1830: Thomas Babington Macaulay
1830: Rev. George Barrell Cheever
1830: A. P.
1831: Rev. Edward Smedley
1831: John Gibson Lockhart
1833: John Wilson
1833: Allan Cunningham
1834: Walter Savage Landor
1835: Ebenezer Elliott
1836: Isaac Clark Pray
1836: Rev. Richard Polwhele
1837: Thomas Noon Talfourd
1838: Walter Savage Landor
1842: Robert Story
1843: Mary Russell Mitford
1843: William Wordsworth
1843: Rev. William Lisle Bowles
1845: George Gilfillan
1846: John Dix
1847: Horace Smith
1848 ca.: Edgar Allan Poe
1851: Dr. David Macbeth Moir
1852: Mary Russell Mitford
1871: S. C. Hall
1873: Joseph Devey
1880: Henry Taylor
1882: Epes Sargent
1898: Rowland E. Prothero
Impar Sibi, Esq.:
1817: Robert Southey
Come (for ye know me well) your Poet mark;
Come hear my Muse her own sweet self adore;
For I am he who wrote the Maid of Arc;
In my great name three things my Godsires swore;
'Tis well on other worlds they have alighted,
Else might they be for perjury indicted.
For I am he who wrote the Tour in Spain,
And scoff'd "the House of Prayer;" in Druid Grove
Then sought I God, in woodland or on plain,
And worshipp'd Fate beneath inclement Jove—
Now Kings I eulogise, and make my theme
Religion — how ye stare! come listen to my dream.
At Hampton Court, on WILLIAM'S velvet bed
Methought I slept; when lo! a busy Clerk,
A ream of foolscap wreath'd around his head,
Sore troubled him who wrote the Maid of Arc—
When thus the Vision spake — "Thy wild amaze,
Lake dweller, chase — my name is HENRY HASE.
"From that huge edifice my flight I wing,
Sacred to Bullion, cenotaph of SOANE—
That 'dainty dish to set before a King'
PYE, is no more — go mount his vacant throne,
Reign in his stead: notes ten times ten of mine,
Bard, laurel-crown'd, shall ev'ry year be thine.
"Nor notes alone, but eke a generous bowl,
Thou'lt tune thy sackbut for a but of sack;
Go hang a bag-wig to thy wondering poll,
And daub with lace thy unaccustom'd back:
Close to thy hip a sword steel-hilted stick,
A ready spit to roast an heretick!
"That verdant crown which SETTLE, spotless youth,
DRYDEN'S successor, wore — who sternly chaste
Bent not to BAAL the knee; that wreath which truth
Call'd for a court; which modest CIBBER graced,
Is thine! converted Laureat, grasp a ball;
Be born a WHITEHEAD and baptised a PAUL.
"Like lowly CIBBER, vanity discard,
When Courts inspire thee, equal him in song;
Tho' scoffed by FIELDING, tho' by Twickenham's bard
Enthron'd a Monarch o'er the Dunciad throng
His name still blooms on Memory's greenest slope;
But who now reads a page in FIELDING or in POPE?
"Not at one push but by repeated thrust
India's brown Jugglers swallowed the sword,
If Britain, with wide throat and heedless trust
Gorge, at one gulp, thy methodistic hoard,
Nor doubt thy zeal, nor thy conversion question—
POLITO'S ostrich, then, may envy her digestion."