ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Rev. Jonathan Swift
Anonymous, "The Fox and Goat. A Tale. To Sir Richard Steele, a little before the Queen died, on the Captain's being denied Preferment" Gulliveriana: or, a Fourth Volume of Miscellanies (1728) 74-76.
Rev. Jonathan Swift:
1690: Sir William Temple
1704: William King
1713: Bp. Francis Atterbury
1713: Matthew Prior
1713: Alexander Pope
1716: Sir Richard Blackmore
1722: Matthew Concanen
1726: John Gay
1729: Thomas Cooke
1732: Rev. Jonathan Swift
1733: Patrick Delany
1733: P. B.
1734: A. V-gh-n
1734: John Sican
1737: Alexander Pope
1739: Edward Lonergan
1742: John Winstanley
1745 ca.: Anonymous
1745: C. B-r
1746: Henry Jones
1750: William Shenstone
1752: Nathaniel Weekes
1755: Robert Lloyd
1758: G. G.
1766: John Cunningham
1772: Rev. John Ball
1773: Samuel Johnson
1776: James Beattie
1782: Rev. Joseph Warton
1782: Rev. Joseph Warton
1783: Rev. Hugh Blair
1784: Thomas Sheridan
1788: A Young Author in Dublin
1796: Thomas Green
1797: William Godwin
1799: Lady Catherine Rebecca Manners
1802: Thomas Dermody
1806: Dr. John Aikin
1807: Robert Southey
1808: Thomas Clio Rickman
1814: Isaac D'Israeli
1814: Sir Walter Scott
1816: Leigh Hunt
1818: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1818: William Hazlitt
1822: Tobias Oldschool
1824: Bryan Waller Procter
1826: Richard Ryan
1829: Anna Brownell Jameson
1846: Denis Florence M'Carthy
1858: Walter Savage Landor
1860: George Gilfillan
1880: Edmund Gosse
1882: Epes Sargent
Old Reynard, once, with Thirst opprest,
Feasted a Goat, which nigh did dwell,
But wanting Liquids for his Guest,
He led him to a Neighbouring Well.
Manners being past, they Bumpers drink,
Health to themselves and Friends, go round;
'Till, sated, they began to think
Amidst their Cups, they may be drown'd.
Sir Crafty, put to his Wit's End;
Bids Grey-beard stand, erected, up,
Promising to help his Friend,
Whose Horns wou'd favour his Escape.
But, when, secure, He reach'd the Brink,
His Neighbour perishing beneath:
Th' ungrateful Whelp cry'd, Die, or Drink,
'Tis all alike to Reynard, Faith!
Thus I, who, long, have propp'd the Great,
Am dropp'd, where I have been most kind;
Mine is, exactly, Grey-beard's Fate,
They're up, and I am left behind.
And yet, to screen these Men, in Power,
I wrote the Conduct of Th' Allies;
And what can mortal Man do more,
Than stretch his Wit, to vent his Lies?
Nay! I did swear I was for Brunswick,
With Conscience scrupulous and tender;
But Wrote and Rode, 'till I was Bum-sick,
In hopes to forward the Pretender.
I wrong'd, moreo'er, the Nation Scotch:
In Rhime and Prose was very smart on
The Injur'd Catalan and Dutch,
Brave Marlbro', and my Friend Tom Wharton.
Remember then, my Dear Dick Steele,
Who hazarded your very Throat;
Who never turn'd'st with Fortune's Wheel;
Remember well, The Fox and Goat.