ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
, in "The Battle of the Poets" Tales, Epistles, Odes, Fables (1729) 130-32.
1718: John Hughes
1721: Jonathan Smedley
1722: Matthew Concanen
1725: Thomas Cooke
1725: P. Chamberlen
1725: Richard Savage
1726: Thomas Cooke
1727: A. Zouch
1729: Thomas Cooke
1729: Richard Savage
1730 ca.: Anonymous
1732: P. B.
1733: David Mallet
1742: Alexander Pope
1754: Thomas Francklin
1764: David Erskine Baker
1788: R H. W.
1790: William Enfield
1807: Robert Southey
1814: Isaac D'Israeli
1882: W. J. Courthope
1725: Rev. John Dart
1725: John Dennis
1725: Aaron Hill
1725: Ambrose Philips
1725: Rev. Christopher Pitt
1725: Dr. George Sewell
1725: Thomas Tickell
1725: Rev. Joseph Trapp
1725: Leonard Welsted
1726: Leonard Welsted
1728: John Durant Breval
1728: Alexander Pope
1729: Sir Richard Blackmore
1729: John Durant Breval
1729: John Dennis
1729: John Gay
1729: Ambrose Philips
1729: Alexander Pope
1729: Richard Savage
1729: Rev. Jonathan Swift
1729: Lewis Theobald
1729: Thomas Tickell
1729: Leonard Welsted
1730: Rev. Laurence Eusden
1730: Henry Fielding
1730: James Ralph
1734: John Dennis
1749: Matthew Concanen
1750 ca.: Samuel Johnson
Pope, as recover'd by some magic Gift,
Once more in Arms appear'd sustain'd by Swift;
Whose Art restor'd the Hero to the Plain,
Unkind restor'd him but to fall again.
So from the Wounds of Love a Beau I've seen
Fresh flutt'ring by the Pill of * * *
But hear'd, e're many Suns, the Wretch complain
Of the cur'd Emp'ric, and returning Pain.
Welsted with Vigilance observ'd his Course,
And for the Fight collected all his Force;
Forward he sprung to meet the approaching Foe,
Eager his Antagonist to know,
Resolv'd with him to try his Fate,
With him of whom Report had spoke so great.
Pope met him near, and the Assault began,
Just to the Counsel of the sable Man;
But Welsted, to distinguish Right from Wrong,
Proceeded to the Merits of his Song,
When fled the maudlin and unmeaning Lay,
As Darkness flys before the Face of Day.
Pope sees the Danger, and incites the Croud,
Who for their Chief grow mutinous and loud.
That Hour, O! sacred Bard, had seen thy Name
Eras'd unjustly from the Book of Fame
By barb'rous Numbers, who conspir'd thy Fall,
Ill judging, noisy, and malicious, all,
Had not the God, who judg'd the Strife of Song,
Preserv'd Thee harmless form the treach'rous Throng.
With Patience wait the Day when thou shalt shine,
In thy meridian Glory, all divine.