ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
James Heywood, "To Mr. Gay, on his Poem, entitled, Trivia, or The Art of Walking the Streets of London" Heywood, Poems and Letters on Several Subjects (1724) 3-5.
1714: Rev. Thomas Parnell
1715 ca.: Rev. Thomas Parnell
1715 ca.: Samuel Garth
1716: Rev. Jonathan Swift
1720 ca.: Anonymous
1720: Giles Jacob
1724: James Heywood
1725: Richard Savage
1727: Rev. Samuel Wesley the Younger
1728: Allan Ramsay
1728: William Duncombe
1729: Thomas Cooke
1729: John Arbuthnot
1731: A Young Gentleman of Cambridge
1732: Alexander Pope
1733: Charles Coffey
1733: John Arbuthnot
1734 ca.: Alexander Pope
1736: Alexander Pope
1751 ca.: Moses Mendez
1751: William Warburton
1761: Rev. Myles Cooper
1767: Oliver Goldsmith
1772: Dr. John Aikin
1773: Rev. William Hayward Roberts
1773: Robert Fergusson
1780: W. S.
1782: Rev. Joseph Warton
1783: Joseph Ritson
1795: Dr. Robert Anderson
1796: Rev. Richard Polwhele
1806: Dr. John Aikin
1806: Rev. William Lisle Bowles
1807: Robert Southey
1815: William Wordsworth
1819: Thomas Campbell
1824: William Hazlitt
1824: Bryan Waller Procter
1829: Henry Neele
1833: John Wilson
1871: Whitwell Elwin
1880: Austin Dobson
1882: Epes Sargent
1882: Edmund Gosse
1719: Joseph Addison
1724: John Gay
1724: Matthew Prior
1724: Sir Richard Steele
O GAY! my grateful Thoughts do crowd my Mind,
To tell you what harmonious Lines I find
In this thy TRIVIA; such beauties shine,
I'm pleas'd to see a Wonder in each Line:
So much thy tow'ring Thoughts my Fancy fire,
The more I read, the more I still admire.
What Critick, with his stabbing Pen, can stain
Thy tuneful Verse, or eclipse thy Fame?
The very Momus which insults thy Name
Envies thy Genius, tho' thy Verses blame.
Thy useful Hints direct the rural 'Squire,
His Steps from wand'ring Females to retire.
To hoary Heads thou'rt an indulgent Friend,
And those which under heavy Burdens bend.
When jostling busy Crowds walk in the Street,
And helpless Objects, Blind and Lame, we meet,
Thou dost instruct us what Respect to pay,
To give the Wall, and when to take the Way.
These Men with thankful Voice will give thee Praise,
Pray for thy Health, and with thee prosp'rous Days.
Whether by Phoebus' Meridian Light,
Or in the gloomy Horror of the Night,
I walk, in winding Alleys, Streets unknown,
And lose my Way in this great Hive, the Town,
By thy Directions, I shall fear no Ill,
No panick Terror shall my Bosom fill:
Whilst I walk Streets, thy Precepts I'll imbibe,
TRIVIA shall be my Convoy, and my Guide.