ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Rev. Joseph Spence
, "An Invitation into the Country, in imitation of Horace, B. IV. Ode XII" 1750 ca.; Nichols, Select Collection of Poems (1780-82) 8:79-80.
Rev. Joseph Spence:
1726: Elijah Fenton
1726: Rev. Christopher Pitt
1728: Rev. Christopher Pitt
1728: William Somervile
1730: George Woodward
1738: Rev. James De La Cour
1747: Thomas Gray
1748: Robert Dodsley
1750: Horace Walpole
1750 ca.: Rev. Glocester Ridley
1758: William Shenstone
1759: Rev. Thomas Blacklock
1760: Joseph Highmore
1764: James Woodhouse
1768: W. S. T
1768: Bp. Robert Lowth
1772: Rev. John Duncombe
1773: Samuel Johnson
1779: Rev. Vicesimus Knox
1780: Horace Walpole
1790 ca.: Edmond Malone
1797: Rev. Joseph Warton
1800 ca.: Robert Southey
1818: Lord Byron
1820: Isaac D'Israeli
1820: Rev. Luke Booker
1820: William Hazlitt
1828: Leigh Hunt
1834: John Wilson
1842: C. H. Timperley
1892: Austin Dobson
1910: Ralph Straus
Rev. Glocester Ridley:
1740 ca.: Rev. Christopher Pitt
1750 ca.: Rev. Joseph Spence
Now, waiting on the Spring, soft gales
Smooth the rough waves, and fill the sails,
The fields are green; the river flows,
Disburthen'd of its ice and snows.
Now does the nightingale return,
In sadly pleasing notes to mourn
Th' unhappy boy too rashly slain!
And wakens all her griefs again.
The shepherds, stretch'd the grass along,
Indulge the chearful pipe and song;
Pan, patron of Arcadian swains,
Well-pleas'd, might listen to their strains.
Heat brings on drought: yet, friend, scot-free
Think not to quench your thirst with me.
You are so us'd with lords to dine!—
—I can't afford it: — earn your wine.
Clap in your pocket prose or verse,
And freely then my hogshead pierce:
Drink, till new warmth inspire our hopes
To laugh at Grand Monarques and Popes.
On terms like these if you consent,
Haste thee, and bring th' equivalent:
I am no lord; nor think it fit
To sell my wine for less than wit.
Come, let the grass stand still a day:
True wisdom must have some allay,
To make it sterling; time and place
Give Folly's self a pleasing grace.