ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Daniel Kenrick, in A New Session of the Poets (1700) 6-8.
1693: Rev. Jonathan Swift
1693: Rev. Thomas Yalden
1693: Thomas Southerne
1693: Bevil Higgons
1694: Joseph Addison
1699 ca.: Charles Hopkins
1700: Samuel Cobb
1700: Rev. Samuel Wesley
1700: Daniel Kenrick
1701: Sir Richard Steele
1707: Thomas Tickell
1709: Alexander Pope
1712: John Gay
1713: Thomas Tickell
1720: Giles Jacob
1720 ca.: Elizabeth Tollet
1722: Matthew Concanen
1729: Rev. Jonathan Swift
1730: William Bond
1748: Edmund Burke
1795: Dr. Robert Anderson
1797: Rev. Joseph Warton
1801: John Nichols
1806: Dr. John Aikin
1807: Robert Southey
1808: Charles Lamb
1814: Lord Byron
1824: Bryan Waller Procter
1830 ca.: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1862: Thomas Arnold
1880: Austin Dobson
1700: Sir Richard Blackmore
1700: Thomas Brown
1700: William Congreve
1700: Thomas D'Urfey
1700: John Dennis
1700: Thomas Rymer
1700: Nahum Tate
1702: Sir Charles Sedley
Stiff, as his Works, th' elab'rate Cong—ve came,
Who could so soon Preferment get, and Fame.
And with him brought the Product of his Pen,
Miss Prue before, behind his Back stood Ben:
Who quickly found the Foible of the Town,
When ev'ry thing that Dogger did went down.
His Double Dealer at a distance stood,
At once extreamly regular, and lew'd.
While in Procession by their Parent's Side,
March't the Old Batchelor and Mourning Bride.
Then, at Apollo's Feet his Labours laid,
Thus to his Sire with good assurance said:
If, bright Apollo, Young to gain renown,
And please each Palate in this Ticklish Town,
Has been my Talent still, and mine alone;
Your Godship must the Laurel needs allow
Of all your Sons, the best to suit my Brow.
This Truth the Under-Graduates all confess
Of both the Famous Universities.
And who so fit to be great Dryden's Heir,
As he, who living did his Empire share?
This said, he bow'd, and blushingly sate down;
Whilst thus the God harangu'd his hopeful Son.
How can you from those Bards expect the Bays,
Who him that wore 'em, could so sadly praise?
Those Princes Titles justly we suspect,
Whom the unthinking, giddy Mob elect.
If on you headlong hurry with the Herd,
Arthur to Absolom, will be preferr'd
All-pleasing Garth, to Milbourn must give place,
And Med'cine leave the Throne of Wit, for Grace.
E're at the Wreath you reach, all else excell:
You write correct, but Southern writes as well.
Avoid Bombast, still the Sublime pursue,
By Merit rise, and not by Mon—gue:
Take Nature for your Guide; and when I see
You up to Otway come, or Wicherly,
You'll find your pretty Parts may be preferr'd,
And time, the Bays may get you, and a Beard.