ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
, "Apollo outwitted. To the honourable Mrs. Finch, under her Name of Ardelia" 1709; Swift, Miscellanies. The Last Volume (1728) 143-47.
1709: Rev. Jonathan Swift
1717: Alexander Pope
1720: Giles Jacob
1754: Rev. John Duncombe
1812: John Hamilton Reynolds
1827: Alexander Dyce
1830: William Wordsworth
1855: Sarah Josepha Hale
1858: Samuel Austin Allibone
1880: Edmund Gosse
Rev. Jonathan Swift:
1693: William Congreve
1699: Sir William Temple
1704: Nahum Tate
1709: Anne Finch
1711: Ambrose Philips
1712: Rev. William Diaper
1713: Rev. Laurence Eusden
1713: Rev. Thomas Parnell
1713: Sir Richard Steele
1716: John Gay
1725: Charles Gildon
1725: Ambrose Philips
1729: William Congreve
1729: Rev. Richard Daniel
1730: Sir John Mennes
1731: Rev. Matthew Pilkington
1732: Rev. Jonathan Swift
1735 ca.: John Hughes
Phoebus now short'ning every Shade,
Up to the Northern Tropick came,
And thence beheld a lovely Maid
Attending on a Royal Dame.
The God laid down his feeble Rays
Then lighted from his glitt'ring Coach,
But fenc'd his Head with his own Bays
Before he durst the Nymph approach.
Under those sacred Leaves, secure
From common Lightning of the Skies,
He fondly thought he might endure
The Flashes of Ardelia's Eyes.
The Nymph, who oft had read in Books,
Of that bright God whom Bards invoke,
Soon knew Apollo by his Looks,
And guess'd his Business e'er he spoke.
He in the old Celestial Cant,
Confess'd his Flame, and swore by Styx,
Whate'er she would desire, to grant;
But wise Ardelia knew his Tricks.
Ovid had warn'd her to beware
Of stroling Gods, whose usual Trade is,
Under pretence of taking Air,
To pick up Sublunary Ladies.
Howe'er, she gave no flat Denial,
As having Malice in her Heart;
And was resolv'd upon a Tryal,
To cheat the God in his own Art.
Hear my Request, the Virgin said;
Let which I please of all the Nine
Attend whene'er I want their Aid,
Obey my Call, and only mine.
By Vow oblig'd, by Passion led,
The God could not refuse her Prayer:
He wav'd his Wreath thrice o'er her Head,
Thrice mutter'd something to the Air.
And now he thought to seize his Due,
But she the Charm already try'd,
Thalia heard the Call, and flew
To wait at bright Ardelia's Side.
On Sight of this Celestial Prude,
Apollo thought it vain to stay,
Nor in her Presence durst be rude,
But made his Leg, and went away.
He hop'd to find some lucky Hour,
When on their Queen the Muses wait;
But Pallas owns Ardelia's Power;
For Vows divine are kept by Fate.
Then full of Rage Apollo spoke,
Deceitful Nymph! I see thy Art;
And though I can't my Gift revoke,
I'll disappoint its nobler Part.
Let stubborn Pride possess thee long,
And be thou negligent of Fame;
With ev'ry Muse to grace thy Song,
May'st thou despise a Poet's Name.
Of Modest Poets be thou first,
To silent Shades repeat thy Verse,
Till Fame and Eccho almost burst,
Yet hardly dare one Line rehearse.
And last, my Vengeance to compleat,
May you descend to take Renown,
Prevail'd on by the Thing you hate,
A Whig, and one that wears a Gown.