ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Anonymous, "A Letter to Mr. Congreve" Gildon, A New Miscellany of Original Poems (1701) 299-301.
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
As Papist when his restiff Saint,
At home denies his Suit to grant
Trudges away to his, or her shrine,
With Nick-Nacks gay to make it more fine,
(For froward Saint above, who'd think it,
Th' appease like Children here, with Trinket)
Hoping he never will disgrace
With a denial that dear place
(For as we love our Soil natale,
So they love their Soil Sepulchrale)
So often having Sought in vain,
Early and late your Sight to gain.
Waited like Dun, or Court depender,
On Nobleman, or Fortune Mender
At the great Mid-Wife of the Muses,
Who Judges Head for Cradle Uses:
Whom Academic wits importune
As Rise of their poetic fortune,
Lo! now on Pilgrimage I am come
From Brent-ford Town to Court of Hampton
Whether this be your dear Samos
Or any other Place that's famous.
Among the Gods, let this solicite
To waiting friend a speedy visit.
So may the Neighb'ring Nymphs adore you,
And when you please, fall down before you.
All Wives distress'd invoke your Name,
And distant Husbands dread your Fame:
Or if your Worship more delight in
Our vows that do affect your Writing
May Critic's ne'r disect your Plays,
Provok'd by what they want, your Praise,
Nor Poet envy you the Bays.
May Hiss and Catcalls ne'r attaque you
May smiles of Boxes ne'r forsake you.
But when you write may you still find
An Audience pleas'd, and Patron kind.
As you to Bulloks Strait repair
To find your humble Servant there.